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MEETINGS   FOR   PRAYER 


TO  WHICH  IS  ADDED  A  SELECTION  OF  THE  MOST  FAVORITff 
MELODIES  IN  COMMON  USE. 


BY  REV.  J.  HOPKINS,  D.  D., 

LATS    PASTOK    OF    THE   FIRST   PRESB.  CHURCH,  AUBUEW. 


AUBURN,  N.  Y. 

PUBLISHED  BY  J.  C.  DERBY  &  CO., 

NEW-YORK  : — M.    H.    NEWMAN   AND   CO. 

1847. 


Entered  according  to  act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1846,  by 
J.   C.  DERBY  &  CO., 
tn  the  Clerk's  Office  of  the  District  Court  of  the  Northern 
District  of  New-York. 


B.  OLIPBAMT,  FKINTER,  AOBUKM. 


PREFACE. 

Although  remarks  by  way  of  preface  are 
generally  viewed  as  a  mere  form,  the  compilers 
of  this  little  work  feel  that  a  few  remarks  in  ex- 
planation of  their  design  are  demanded  by  its  ap- 
pearance. It  is  their  object  to  furnish  the  chris- 
tian public  with  a  convenient  pocket  volume, 
better  adapted  than  any  work  with  which  they 
are  acquainted  for  small  and  social  meetings, 
such  as  religious  conferences  and  meetings  for 
prayer.  In  the  selection  of  the  hymns  they  have 
been  more  anxious  to  obtain  such  as  in  these 
meetings  have  been  most  in  use  and  have  been 
considered  as  favourites,  than  such  as  may  have 
higher  claims  for  poetic  beauty  or  elegance  of 
expression.  Several  pieces  evidently  defective 
in  some  respects  have  been  inserted  at  the  soli- 
citation of  christian  friends.  In  the  selection 
they  have  made  of  tunes,  from  a  careful  obser- 
vation of  the  influence  of  the  different  kinds  of 
music  for  many  years,  they  have  felt  them- 
selves compelled  to  insert  that  which  is  simple, 
which  depends  more  for  its  effect  on  melody 
than  harmony,  and  which  is  not  as  heavy  as  that 


IV  PREFACE. 

which  is  commonly  used  in  our  largest  assem- 
blies on  the  Sabbath.  They  are  very  unwilling 
to  do  anything  to  impede  the  progress  of  the  study 
of  the  best  and  most  accurate  kind  of  music, 
but  they  have  felt  a  deep  conviction  that  what 
produces  the  most  powerful  and  the  best  effect 
especially  in  the  class  of  meetings  for  which 
this  work  is  intended,  is  not  that  which  by 
the  best  musicians  is  most  highly  esteemed. 
Several  pieces  have  been  inserted  which  were 
never  before  published,  in  all  of  which  it  has 
been  their  aim  to  have  the  basses  such  as  are 
not  wholly  destitute  of  melody,  and  such  as  may 
be  easily  sung,  rather  than  such  as  are  more  cor- 
rect according  to  the  strictest  rules  of  musical 
science.  If  they  can  render  the  service  of  God 
less  irksome  and  objectionable  to  the  multitude, 
and  more  energetic,  pleasant  and  attractive  to 
such  as  love  him  and  love  the  prosperity  of  his 
cause,  by  this  little  work  ;  they  will  feel  them- 
selves abundantly  recompensed.  The  compilers 
acknowledge  their  obligations  to  various  friend* 
who  have  assisted  them  in  the  preparation  of  this 
volume,  especially  to  the  Rev.  Edward  Lord, 
who  rendered  valuable  assistance  in  the  selection 
and  arrangement  of  the  music. 

Josiah  Hopkins, 
H.  Ivison,  Jr. 

Auburn,  October,  1846. 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES 


Accept  the  heart  I  now  resign 176 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have, 195 

A  guilty,  helpless  sinner,  Lord 174 

Ah,  what  can  1  a  sinner  do, 84 

All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name, 34 

Alas,  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed, 33 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 140 

Angels  roll  the  rock  away, 37 

And  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend ■.  35 

And  must  this  body  die 209 

And  now,  my  soul,  another  year, 191 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise 80 

As  guilty  and  helpless,  deserving  to  die, 174 

Awake  and  sing  the  song, 36 

Awake,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays, 38 

Awaked  by  Sinai"s  awful  sound,  87 

Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 199 

Baptized  into  our  Saviour's  death 207 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 29 

Begin,  my  tongue,  some  lofty  theme, 30 

Behold  the  morning  sun, 13 

Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door, 39 

Behold  what  condescending  love, 207 

Blessed  are  the  sons  of  God, 141 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds, 166 

Blest  morning,  whose  first  dawning  rays, 185 

Blest  hour  when  mortal  man  retires 183 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow, 133 

1* 


VI  INDEX. 

Pag*, 

Brethren,  beloved  for  Jesus'  sake, 167 

Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 69 

Can  gay  companions  give, 195 

Cease,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish, 213 

Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 1 06 

Children,  hear  the  melting  story, 197 

Come  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord, 18 

Come,  thcu  almighty  King, 28 

Come  let  us  join  our  cheerful  soDgs, 41 

Come  all  harmonious  tongues, 37 

Come,  happy  soul ?,  approach  your  God 40 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove,' 73 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come 71 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 71 

Come,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 70 

Come  hither  all  ye  weary  souls 106 

Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden,   108 

Come,  trembling  sinner,  in  whose  heart, 107 

Come,  thou  lount  of  every  blessing 134 

Come,  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid  heart, 168 

Come  to  the  house  of  prayer, 168 

Corns  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue, 192 

Come,  sinner,  to  the  gospel  feast, 109 

Dark  was  the  night,  and  cold  the  ground, 42 

Dear  Jesus,  when,  when  shall  it  be 142 

Delay  not !  delay  not !    O  sinner  draw  near, 88 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep, 42 

Dread  Sovereign,  let  my  evening  song, 202 

Encompass' d  with  clouds  of  distress, 143 

Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  wor  Id,  be  gone, 158 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word, 14 

From  the  cross  uplifted  high, 43 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 177 

God  is  in  the  torrent's  fall 20 

God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 21 

God,  my  supporter,  and  my  hope, 22 


INDEX.  Vil 

Gracious  Spirit,  love  divine Pa^j 

ad, jiq 

Great  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou 19 

Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah 23 

Guilty,  condemned,  J  now  depend, 175 

Hail,  sovereign  love,  that  fbrm'd  the  plan, '....     47 

Hark,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord, 44 

Hark,  the  Saviour  now  is  pleading 46 

Hasten,  O  sinner,  to  he  wise 90 

Pear  whal  the  voice  from  Heaven  proclaims 214 

Hearts  of  stone,  relent,  relent, 48 

Hear,  O  sinner,  mercy  hails  you, Ill 

He  lives  !  the  great  Kedeemer  lives, 45 

Holy  Source  of  consolation, 93 

Holy  Ghost,  with  light  divine, gl 

Holy  Bible,  hook  divine 15 

How  will  my  heart  endure, 90 

How  precious  is  the  book  divine 15 

How  precious,  Lord,  the  sacred  word, 16 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 48 

How  tedious  mid  tasteless  the  hours 142 

How  short  and  hasty  is  our  life g5 

How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies, 85 

How  oft,  alas  !  this  wretched  heart, HI 

How  happy  are  they  who  their  Saviour  obey, 130 

How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhiie, 170 

How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight, 169 

How  sweet  to  bless  the  Lord, 158 

How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place 189 

How  pleasant 't  is  to  see I69 

How  condescending  and  how  kind, 188 

I  ask'd  the  Lord  that  I  might  grow, 144 

If  God  had  bid  his  thunders  roll. 49 

I  love  to  steal  awhile  away, 16Q 

I  'm  not  asham'd  to  own  my  Lord, 50 

Inapirer  and  hearer  of  prayer 204 


viii  INDEX. 

I  saw  one  hanging  on  a  tree, 54 

I  saw  beyond  the  tomb, 93 

It  is  not  wrath  alone  I  dread, 174 

I  would  not  live  alway,  I  ask  not  to  stay, 215 

,  I  yield,  't  were  worse  than  vain, 173 

Jerusalem  my  happy  home, 216 

Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul, 51 

Jesus,  and  shall  it  ever  be 51 

Jesus,  save  my  dying  soul 52 

Jesus,  we  bow  before  thy  throne, 176 


145 

160 


191 


Jesus,  full  of  all  compassion, 

Jesus,  who  knows  full  well, 

Jesus  invites  his  saints 

Keep  silence— all  created  things, 24 

Laden  with  guilt  and  full  of  fears, 16 

Let  all  the  heathen  writers  join,, 17 

Let  songs  of  praises  fill  the  sky, 73 

Let  every  mortal  ear  attend H2 

Let  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice I35 

Let  everlasting  glories  crown, I8 

Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 31 

Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 113 

Lo!  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 92 

Lord,  what  a  thoughtless  wretch  am  I, 91 

Lord,  how  secure  my  conscience  was,' 124 

Lord,  I  am  thine— but  thou  wilt  prove,   146 

Lord  of  the  worlds  above, i64 

Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now 172 

Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray 204 

Lord,  lam  thine,  entirely  thine, I75 

Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 178 

Love  divine,  all  love  excelling, I36 

Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthron'd, 53 

Mercy,  O  thou  Son  of  David 127 

Mercy  descending  from  above, I96 

My  God,  my  king,  thy  various  praise, 24 


INDEX.  IX 

My  God,  1113-  Father,  blissful  name, 25 

My  God,  the  Bpringofall  my  joys 27 

My  God,  ik  rmit  my  tongue 25 

My  soul  how  lovely  is  the  place 172 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard, 147 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 55 

My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord, 55 

My  gracious  Redeemer  I  love, 78 

My  Saviour  bids  mc  come, 86 

Nature  with  open  volume  stands 55 

Naked  as  from  the  earth  we  came, 210 

Not  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men, 58 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts, 57 

Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth, 81 

Now  is  the  time,  the  accepted  hour, 94 

Now  is  the  accepted  time, 117 

Now  from  labor  and  from  care, 205 

Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme 59 

O  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth 60 

O  could  I  rind,  from  day  to  day 147 

O  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing, 61 

O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God, 150 

O  God  of  mercy,  hear  my  call 125 

O  happy  day,  that  fixed  my  choice 128 

O  Lord,  our  languid  souls  inspire, 171 

O  Lord,  how  vile  am  I, 126 

Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day, 200 

•  Once  slaves  to  sin,  we  toil  to  win 156 

Once  I  thought  my  mountain  strong 148 

One  there  is,  above  all  others, 62 

O  thou  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes  delight, 61 

O  thou,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 125 

O  Thou  that  hearest  prayer, 74 

O  there  will  be  mourning, 96 

O,  turn  ye  !  O,  turn  ye !  for  why  will  ye  die 116 

O  where  shall  rest  be  found 97 


X  INDEX. 

O  what  amazing  words  of  grace 119 

O  ye  immortal  throng, 63 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire 169 

Quench  not  the  spirit  of  the  Lord, 97 

Religion  is  the  chief  concern, 163 

Remember  me,  my  Saviour.  God 149 

Repent,  the  voice  celestial  cries, 98 

Return.  O  wanderer,  return 118 

Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me, 64 

Safely  through  another  week, 184 

Salvation,  what  a  glorious  plan, 119 

Saw  ye  not  the  cloud  arise 138 

Say,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within, 99 

See  the  eternal  Judge  descending, 96 

See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand, 208 

Show  pity,  Lord,  O  Lord  forgive,  , 151 

Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message, 115 

Sinners  turn,  why  will  ye  die, 114 

Sinners,  behold  the  Lamb  of  God 65 

Sinner,  O  why  so  thoughtless  grown, 101 

Sinner,  art  thou  still  secure, 100 

Sinner,  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep, 101 

Soft  be  the  gently  breathing  notes, 66 

Sovereign  of  worlds,  display  thy  power, 181 

Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay 75 

Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 152 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King 185 

That  warning  voice,  O  sinner,  hear, 103 

There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood 67 

There  is  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace, 122 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 217 

The  Lord  of  Sabbath  let  us  praise 186 

The  Lord  will  happiness  divine, 77 

The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes 139 

The  Saviour,  O  what  endless  charms, 67 

The  Saviour  kindly  calls 209 


INDEX.  XI 

Page. 
The  Fp'rit  in  our  hearts, 78 

The  day  is  past    i  1 1  gone, 203 

Thctm  y  is  come, 101 

The  ni' i  -believes, 83 

This  world  explore,  from  shore  to  shore 218 

Thou  that  dost  my  life  prolong 201 

Thusfai  bath  led  me  on, 206 

•Tis  fat  i  that  lays  the  sinner  low, 79 

Tisapj  i  know 153 

Time  is  win  ;ing  us  away, 193 

To-day  the  Savioi  r  calls 121 

To-day,  it'  ye  will  hoar  his  voice 63 

•T  was  on  thatdark,  that  doleful  night 199 

Unvail  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomh. 211 

Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes, 154 

Vain  man.  tli  t3  forbear, 103 

Vainweremy  struggles,  vain,  my  tears,... £§ 

Watchman,  tell  us  of  the  night, 179 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest 188 

Welcome,  delightful  morn, 187 

Welcome,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer, 174 

What  shall  I  render  to  my  God 131 

What  shall  I  render  to  my  G    I, 165 

What,  Lord,  wouldst  thou  have  me  to  do, 121 

When  !  nth  is  snatched  away, 213 

When  th  past,  and  the  summer  is  gone,  ....  105 

When  I  wondrous  cross, (,'9 

When  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name, 129 

Wh  •  n  I  can  read  my  title  clear, 155 

Whilst!  protesting  Power,  159 

While  li  in  pre2iou3  light, 121 

While**  !ss  course  the  sun 194 

While  1  to  grief,  my  soul  give  war, 138 

Who  but  tnou.  Almighty  Spirit ISO 

Why  do  wa  mourn  departing friend3, 212 

Why  deep  we,  dear  brethren,  come  let  us  arise, 137 


Xil  INDEX. 

Page, 

With  my  substance  I  will  honor 182 

With  tears  of  anguish  I  lament, 157 

Witness,  ye  men  and  angels,  now, 132 

Ye  servants  of  God,  your  Maoter  proclaim, 32 

Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 123 

Ye  dying  sons  of  men 120 

Ye  hearts  with  youthful  vigor  warm 198 

Yes,  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking, 181 

Youth,  when  devoted  to  the  Lord,* 197 


For  Index  of  Subjects,  see  page, 224 

Tunes, 225 

"    Appendix,  see  close  of  the  volume. 


HYMNS. 


SCRIPTURES. 

1.  Ps.  19.    S.M.  Kentucky. 

The  Light  of  the    World. 

1  Behold  the  morning  sun 

Begins  his  glorious  way, 
His  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  life  and  light  convey. 

2  But  where  the  gospel  comes, 

It  spreads  diviner  light ; 
It  calls  dead  sinners  from  their  tombs, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  sight. 

3  How  perfect  is  thy  word ! 

And  all  thy  judgments  just ! 
Forever  sure  thy  promise,  Lord, 
And  we  securely  trust. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 

Are  thy  directions  given  ! 
Oh "!  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 

But  find  the  path  to  heaven.  Watts. 

2 


14  SCRIPTURES. 

2*  CM.  Balerma. 

Glory  of  the  Scriptures. 

1  Father  of  mercies  !  in  thy  word 

What  endless  glory  shines  ! 
Forever  be  thy  name  adored, 
For  these  celestial  lines. 

2  Here  may  the  wretched  sons  of  want 

Exhaustless  riches  find : 
Riches  above  what  earth  can  grant, 
And  lasting  as  the  mind. 

3  Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 

And  yields  a  free  repast ; 
Sublimer  sweets  than  nature  knows, 
Invite  the  longing  taste. 

4  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around ; 
And  life  and  everlasting  joys, 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

5  0  may  these  heavenly  pages  be 

My  ever  dear  delight ; 
And  still  new  beauties  may  I  see, 
And  still  increasing  light. 

6  Divine  Instructer,  gracious  Lord, 

Be  thou  forever  near  ; 
Teach  me  to  love  thy  sacred  word, 
And  view  my  Saviour  there.  Steele. 


SCRIPTURES.  15 

«*  •  7's  German  Air. 

1  Holy  Bible,  Book  divine  ; 
Precious  treasure  !  thou  art  mine : 
Mine  to  tell  me  whence  I  came ; 
Mine  to  teach  me  what  I  am : 

2  Mine  to  chide  me  when  I  rove  ; 
Mine  to  show  a  Saviour's  love  : 
Mine  art  thou,  to  guide  my  feet ; 
Mine  to  judge,  condemn,  acquit : 

3  Mine  to  comfort  in  distress, 
If  the  Holy  Spirit  bless  : 
Mine  to  show,  by  living  faith, 
Man  can  triumph  over  death  ! 

4  Mine  to  tell  of  joys  to  come, 
And  the  rebel-sinner's  doom  : — 
0  thou  precious  Book  divine  ! 
Precious  treasure  !  thou  art  mine. 

4«  CM.  Coronation. 

1  How  precious  is  the  book  divine, 

By  inspiration  given  ! 
Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine, 
To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 

2  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts, 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears ; 
Life,  light,  and  joy  it  still  imparts, 
And  quells  our  rising  fears. 


16  SCRIPTURES. 

3.  This  lamp,  through  all  the  tedious  night 
Of  life  shall  guide  our  way, 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 

Of  an  eternal  day.  Rippon's  Col. 


0#  C.P.M.  Meribah. 

The  Bible  meets  the  xcants  of  Man. 

1  How  precious,  Lord,  thy  sacred  word  ! 
What  light  and  joy  those  leaves  afford 

To  souls  in  deep  distress  ! 
Thy  precepts  guide  our  doubtful  way, 
Thy  fear  forbids  our  feet  to  stray, 

Thy  promise  leads  to  rest. 

2  Thy  threatenings  wake  our  slumbering  eyes, 
And  warn  us  where  our  danger  lies ; 

But  'tis  thy  gospel,  Lord, 
That  makes  the  guilty  conscience  clean, 
Converts  the  soul,  subdues  our  sin, 

And  gives  a  free  reward.        Burden's  Coll. 

6.  C.  M.  Halsey. 

Riches  of  the  Bible. 

1  Laden  with  guilt  and  full  of  fears, 

I  fly  to  thee,  my  Lord, 
And  not  a  glimpse  of  hope  appears, 
But  in  thy  written  word. 

2  The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace 

Does  all  my  grief  assuage  ; 


SCRIPTURES.  17 

Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face 
Almost  in  every  page. 

3  This  is  the  field  where  hidden  lies 

The  pearl  of  price  unknown; 
That  merchant  is  divinely  wise, 
Who  makes  the  pearl  his  own. 

4  This  is  the  Judge  that  ends  the  strife 

Where  wit  and  reason  fail ; 
My  guide  to  everlasting  life, 
Through  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

7.  C.  M.  Bray. 

Perfection  of  Scripture. 

1  Let  all  the  Heathen  writers  join, 

To  form  one  perfect  book  ; 
Great  God,  if  once  compared  with  thine. 
How  mean  their  writings  look  ! 

2  Not  the  most  perfect  rules  they  gave, 

Could  shew  one  sin  forgiven  ; 

Nor  lead  a  step  beyond  the  grave  ; 

But  thine  conduct  to  heaven. 

3  I  've  seen  an  end  of  what  we  call 

Perfection,  here  below ; 
How  short  the  powers  of  nature  fall, 
And  can  no  further  go. 


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GOD. 


4  Yet  men  would  fain  be  just  with  God, 
By  works  their  hands  have  wrought ; 
But  thy  commands,  exceeding  broad, 
Extend  to  ev'ry  thought.  Watts. 

8«  L.  If.  Illinois. 

1  Let  everlasting  glories  crown 

Thy  head,  my  Saviour,  and  my  Lord ; 
Thy  hands  have  brought  salvation  down. 
And  writ  the  blessings  in  thy  word. 

2  In  vain  the  trembling  conscience  seeks 

Some  solid  ground  to  rest  upon  ; 
With  deep  despair — the  spirit  breaks, 
Till  we  apply  to  Christ  alone. 

3  How  well  thy  blessed  truths  agree  ! 

How  wise  and  holy  thy  commands  ! 
Thy  promises — how  firm  they  be  ! 

How  firm  our  hope,  our  comfort  stands  ! 

Watts. 


GOD. 


*?•  C.  M.  Azmoiu 

God  is  Love. 
1  Come,  ye  that  know  and  fear  the  Lord, 
And  lift  your  souls  above  ; 
Let  every  heart  and  voice  accord, 
To  sing — that  God  is  love. 


GOD.  19 

2  This  precious  truth  his  word  declares, 

And  all  his  mercies  prove; 
While  Christ,  th'  atoning  Lamb,  appears, 
To  show — that  God  is  love. 

3  Behold  his  loving-kindness  waits, 

For  those  who  from  him  rove, 
And  calls  of  mercy  reach  their  hearts, 
To  teach  them — God  is  love. 

4  And  oh  that  you,  whose  harden'd  hearts 

No  fears  of  hell  can  move, 
May  hear  the  gospel's  milder  voice — 
That  tells  you — God  is  love. 

5  Oh  may  we  all,  while  here  below, 

This  best  of  blessings  prove ; 
Till  warmer  hearts— in  brighter  worlds, 
Shall  shout — that  God  is  love. 

-10,  CM.  Howard. 

God's  Dominion. 

1  Great  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou  ; 

What  worthless  worms  are  we  ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 

2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 

Ere  seas  or  stars  were  made  : 
Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 


20  GOD. 

3  Nature  and  time  quite  naked  lie, 

To  thine  immense  survey, 

From  the  formation  of  the  sky, 

To  the  great  burning  day. 

4  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  present  in  thy  view ; 
To  thee  there's  nothing  old  appears, 
Great  God  !  there's  nothing  new. 

5  Our  lives  through  various  scenes  are  drawn, 

And  vex'd  with  trifling  cares  ; 
While  thine  eternal  thoughts  move  on 
Thine  undisturb'd  affairs.  Watts. 

J  \  0  Omnipresence. 

God  is  Everyiohere. 

1  God  is  in  the  torrent's  fall — 

In  the  summer  breeze  ; 
God  is  in  the  thunder's  call, 

In  the  whispering  trees, 
Where  the  lowly  violet  springs, 
Where  the  faithful  ivy  clings, 
Where  the  small  bird  sweetly  sings—* 

There — forever  there  is  God. 

2  God  is  in  the  flashing  eye — 

In  the  speaking  tongue, 
God  is  in  the  mourner's  cry — 
In  the  marriage  song, 


GOD.  21 

With  the  saint  at  morning  pray'r — 
With  the  midnight  murderer  slaying, 
With  the  cradled  infant  playing — 
There — forever  there  is  God. 

3  God  is  in  the  army's  path — 

In  the  ocean's  swell, 
God  is  in  the  whirlwind's  wrath — 

In  the  tolling  bell, 
By  the  sinner's  dying  bed — 
By  the  watcher's  wreary  head, — 
By  the  living  and  the  dead — 

There — forever  there  is  God. 

13.  C.  M.  Ho  tear  d. 

God's  Providence. 

1  God  moves  in  a  mysterious  way, 

His  wonders  to  perform  ; 
He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  bright  designs, 
And  works  his  sov'reign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take, 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread, 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  shall  break 
In  blessings  on  your  head. 


22 


GOD. 


4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace  ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain  ; 
God  is  his  own  interpreter, 
And  he  will  make  it  plain.  Cowper. 

.»*••  CM.  Coronation. 

God  the  Christian's  Support. 

1  God,  my  supporter,  and  my  hope, 

My  help  forever  near, 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up, 
When  sinking  in  despair. 

2  Thy  counsels,  Lord,  shall  guide  my  feet, 

Through  this  dark  wilderness ; 
Thine  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  seat, 
To  dwell  before  thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  heaven,  without  my  God, 

'T  would  be  no  joy  to  me ; 
And  while  the  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 


GOD.  23 

4  What  if  the  springs  of  life  were  broke, 

And  flesh  and  heart  should  faint, 
Thou  art  my  soul's  eternal  rock, 
The  strength  of  every  saint. 

5  Then  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God, 

Shall  be  my  sweet  employ  ; 
My  tongue  shall  sound  thy  works  abroad, 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy.  Watte. 

* 4.  8, 7, 4.  Guilancc. 

God  the  Christian's  Guide. 

1  Guide  me,  0  thou  great  Jehovah, 

Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land  ; 
I  am  weak— but  thou  art  mighty  ; 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand : 

Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open  now  the  crystal  fountain, 

Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow ; 
Let  the  fiery  cloudy  pillar 
Lead  me  all  my  journey  through  : 

Strong  Deliverer, 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside  : 
Bear  me  through  the  swelling  current, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side  : 


24  GOD. 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee.  Oliver. 

15.  C.  M.  Howard. 

God  a  Sovereign. 

1  Keep  silence — all  created  things, 

And  wait  your  Maker's  nod  ; 
My  soul  stands  trembling,  while  she  sings 
The  honors  of  her  God. 

2  Life,  death,  and  hell,  and  worlds  unknown, 

Hang  on  his  firm  decree  ; 
He  sits  on  no  precarious  throne, 
Nor  borrows  leave  to  be. 

3  His  providence  unfolds  his  book, 

And  makes  his  counsels  shine  ; 
Each  opening  leaf — and  every  stroke, 
Fulfils  some  deep  design. 

4  My  God,  I  would  not  long  to  see 

My  fate,  with  curious  eyes — 
What  gloomy  lines  are  writ  for  me, 
Or  what  bright  scenes  may  rise. 

5  In  thy  fair  book  of  life  and  grace, 

Oh  may  I  find  my  name, 
Recorded  in  some  humble  place, 

Beneath  my  Lord — the  Lamb.        Watts. 


GOD.  25 

1  G»  C.  If.  Ortonville. 

The  Christian's  Father. 

1  My  God,  my  Father — blissful  name  ! — 

Oh  !  may  I  call  thee  mine  ? 
May  I,  with  sweet  assurance,  claim 
A  portion  so  divine  ? 

2  This  only  can  my  fears  control, 

And  bid  my  sorrows  fly : 
What  harm  can  ever  reach  my  soul, 
Beneath  my  Father's  eye  ? 

3  Whate'er  thy  holy  will  denies, 

I  cheerfully  resign  : 
Lord,  thou  art  good,  and  just,  and  wise  ; 
Oh  !  bend  my  will  to  thine. 

4  Whate'er  thy  sacred  will  ordains, 

Oh  !  give  me  strength  to  bear ; 
And  let  me  know  my  Father  reigns, 
And  trust  his  tender  care. 

J.  7  •  L.  M.  Rockingham. 

Greatness  of  God. 

1  My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise 
Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days ; 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue 
Till  death  and  glory  raise  the  song. 

2  The  wings  of  every  hour  shall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear : 

3 


26  GOD. 

And  every  setting  sun  shall  see 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

3  Thy  truth  and  justice  I  '11  proclaim, 
Thy  bounty  flows  an  endless  stream ; 
Thy  mercy  swift,  thine  anger  slow, 
But  dreadful  to  the  stubborn  foe. 

4  Thy  works  with  sovereign  glory  shine, 
And  speak  thy  majesty  divine  : 

Let  every  realm  with  joy  proclaim 
The  sound  and  honor  of  thy  name. 

5  But  who  can  speak  thy  wondrous  deeds  ? 
Thy  greatness  all  our  thoughts  exceeds  ; 
Vast  and  unsearchable  thy  ways  ; 

Vast  and  immortal  be  thy  praise.       watts. 


18.  S.  M.  Silver  Street. 

The  Praise  of  God  our  highest  Joy. 

1  My  God,  permit  my  tongue 

This  joy,  to  call  thee  mine  ; 
And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
To  taste  thy  love  divine. 

2  For  life  without  thy  love, 

No  relish  can  afford  • 
No  joy  can  be  compared  with  this, 
To  serve  and  please  the  Lord. 


GOD.  27 

In  wakeful  hours  of  night, 

I  call  my  God  to  mind  ; 
I  think  how  wise  thy  counsels  are, 

And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 

Since  thou  hast  been  my  help, 

To  thee  my  spirit  flies  ; 
And  on  thy  watchful  providence 

My  cheerful  hope  relies. 

The  shadow  of  thy  wings 

My  soul  in  safety  keeps  ; 
I  follow  where  my  Father  leads, 

And  he  supports  my  steps.        watts. 


19. 


C  M.  Chelmsford. 

God  the  Clu-istian's  Joy. 
My  God  !  the  spring  of  all  my  joys, 

The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights,— 

In  darkest  shades  if  thou  appear, 

My  dawning  is  begun  ; 
Thou  art  my  soul's  bright  morning  star, 

And  thou  my  rising  sun. 

The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 

With  beams  of  sacred  bliss, 
While  Jesus  shows  his  mercy  mine, 

And  whispers,  I  am  his  ! 


28  THE    PRAISE  OF    GOD. 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay, 
At  that  transporting  word, 
And  run  with  joy  the  shining  way 

To  meet  my  dearest  Lord.  Watts. 


6-;w 


THE  PRAISE  OF  GOD. 

6s.  &  4s.  Faith. 

The  Trinity. 

1  Come,  thou  almighty  King, 
Help  us  thy  name  to  sing, 

Help  us  to  praise ! 
Father  all  glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come  and  reign  over  us, 

Ancient  of  Days. 

2  Jesus,  our  Lord,  arise, 
Scatter  our  enemies, 

Now  make  them  fall ! 
Let  thine  almighty  aid 
Our  sure  defence  be  made, 
Our  souls  on  thee  be  stay'd — 

Lord,  hear  our  call ! 

3  Come,  thou  incarnate  Word, 
Gird  on  thy  mighty  sword  ; 

Our  prayer  attend ! 


THE   PRAISE   OF    GOD.  29 

Come,  and  thy  people  bless, 
Come,  give  thy  word  success; 
Spirit  of  holiness, 
On  us  descend  ! 

4  Come,  holy  Comforter, 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear, 

In  this  glad  hour  ! 
Thou,  who  almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  every  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  power. 

5  To  thee,  great  One  in  Three, 
The  highest  praises  be, 

Hence  evermore  ! 
Thy  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore ! 

2 1  •  L-  M.  Old  Hundred. 

1  Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 

Ye  nations,  bow  with  sacred  joy : 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone ; 
He  can  create — and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid, 

Made  us  of  clay — and  form'd  us  men  ; 
3" 


30  THE  PRAISE  OE  GOD. 

And  when,  like  wandering  sheep,  we  stray'd, 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We  are  his  people — we  his  care — 

Our  souls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame  : 
What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  ? 

4  We  '11  crowd  thy  gates,  with  thankful  songs, 

High,  as  the  heaven,  our  voices  raise  ; 
And  earth,  with  all  her  thousand  tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  sounding  praise. 

5  Wide — as  the  world — is  thy  command  ; 

Vast — as  eternity — thy  love  ; 
Firm — as  a  rock — thy  truth  shall  stand, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move. 

Watts. 

23.  C.  M.  Athens. 

A  Faithful  God. 

1  Begin,  my  tongue,  some  heavenly  theme, 

And  speak  some  boundless  thing — 
The  mighty  works,  or  mightier  name, 
Of  our  eternal  King. 

2  Tell  of  his  wondrous  faithfulness, 

And  sound  his  power  abroad  ; 
Sing  of  the  glory  and  the  grace 
Of  our  Redeemer,  God. 


THE  PRAISE  OF  GOD.  31 

3  Proclaim  "salvation  from  the  Lord, 

For  wretched,  dying  men  ;" 
His  hand  inscribed  the  sacred  word 
With  an  immortal  pen. 

4  Recorded  by  eternal  love, 

Each  promise  clearly  shines ; 
Nor  can  the  powers  of  hell  remove 
Those  everlasting  lines. 

5  His  word  of  grace  is  sure  and  strong 

As  that  which  built  the  skies  ; 
The  voice  that  rolls  the  stars  along 
Speaks  all  the  promises. 

6  0,  might  I  hear  his  heavenly  tongue 

But  whisper,  "  Thou  art  mine," 
The  gentle  words  should  raise  my  song 
To  notes  almost  divine.  Watte. 

93.  CM.  Ortonville. 

Praise  belongs  to  God. 

1  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 

Whose  breath  our  souls  inspired ; 
Loud,  and  more  loud,  the  anthems  raise, 
With  grateful  ardor  fired. 

2  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 

Whose  goodness,  passing  thought, 
Loads  every  moment  as  it  flies, 
With  benefits  unsought. 


32  THE  PRAISE  OF  GOD. 

3  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 

From  whom  salvation  flows, 
Who  sent  his  Son  our  souls  to  save 
From  everlasting  woes. 

4  Lift  up  to  God  the  voice  of  praise, 

For  hope's  transporting  ray, 
Which  lights,  through  darkest  shades  of  death, 
To  realms  of  endless  day.  Wardiaw. 

2 4*  10s.  &  lis.  St.  Michaels. 

God's  Dominion. 

1  Ye  servants  of  God,  your  Master  proclaim, 
And  publish  abroad  his  wonderful  name ; 
The  name  all-victorious  of  Jesus  extol ; 
His  kingdom  is  glorious,  he  rules  over  all. 

2  God  ruleth  on  high,  almighty  to  save  ; 
And  still  he  is  nigh — his  presence  we  have  : 
The  great  congregation  his  triumph  shall  sing, 
Ascribing  salvation  to  Jesus  our  King. 

3  Salvation  to  God,  who  sits  on  the  throne, 
Let  all  cry  aloud,  and  honor  the  Son  : 
The  praises  of  Jesus  the  angels  proclaim, 
Fall  down  on  their  faces  and  worship  the  Lamb. 

4  Then  let  us  adore,  and  give  him  his  right, 
All  glory  and  power  and  wisdom  and  might ; 
All  honor  and  blessing,  with  angels  above, 
And  thanks  never  ceasing,  for  infinite  love. 

Pratt's  CoL 


CHRIST.  33 


CHRIST. 


2«5#  C.  M.  Crucifixion. 

A  Bleeding  Saviour. 

1  Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 

And  did  my  Sov'reign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head, 
For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Thy  body  slain,  dear  Jesus,  thine, 

And  bathed  in  its  own  blood, 
While  all  exposed  to  wrath  divine 
The  glorious  Suff'rer  stood. 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 

He  groan'd  upon  the  tree  ? 
Amazing  pity  !  grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

4  Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in, 
When  Christ,  the  mighty  Saviour,  died 
For  man,  the  rebel's,  sin. 

5  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face 

While  his  dear  cross  appears ; 
Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  my  eyes  in  tears. 


34  CHRIST. 

6  But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  love  I  owe  ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away, 
'Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

S6»  C.  M.  Coronation. 

Jesus  is  Lord  of  all. 

1  All  hail  the  power  of  Jesus'  name  ! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall ; 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

2  Crown  him,  ye  martyrs  of  our  God, 

Who  from  his  altar  call ; 
Extol  the  stem  of  Jesse's  rod, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

3  Hail  him,  ye  heirs  of  David's  line, 

Whom  David  Lord  did  call : 

The  God  incarnate  !  Man  Divine  ! 

And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

4  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

Ye  ransom'd  from  the  fall, 
Hail  him  who  saves  you  by  his  grace, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 

5  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  all. 


CHRIST.  35 

6  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 
On  this  terrestrial  ball, 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him— Lord  of  all.      Duncan. 

97*  'C.  M.  Athens. 

Condescension  of  Christ. 

1  And  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend 

To  visit  sinful  worms  ? 
Thus  at  the  door  shall  mercy  stand 
In  all  her  winning  forms  ? 

2  Surprising  grace— and  shall  my  heart 

Unmoved  and  cold  remain  ? 
Has  this  hard  rock  no  tender  part  ? 
Must  mercy  plead  in  vain  ? 

3  Shall  Jesus  for  admission  sue — 

His  charming  voice  unheard  ? 
And  this  vile  heart,  his  rightful  due, 
Remain  for  ever  barred  ? 

4  5T  is  sin,  alas  !  with  tyrant  power, 

The  lodging  has  possess'd  ; 
And  crowds  of  traitors  bar  the  door 
Against  the  heavenly  Guest. 

5  Ye  dangerous  inmates  hence  depart ; 

Dear  Saviour!  enter  in, 
And  guard  the  passage  to  my  heart, 
And  keep  out  every  sin.  gUjc;e 


36  CHRIST. 

ftSm  s-  M-  Lisbon. 

Song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 

1  Awake  and  sing  the  song 

Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ; 
Wake,  every  heart  and  every  tongue, 
To  praise  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love, 

Sing  of  his  rising  power, 
Sing  how  he  intercedes  above 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Sing  till  we  feel  our  heart 

Ascending  with  our  tongue  ; 

Sing  till  the  love  of  sin  depart, 

And  grace  inspire  our  song. 

4  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 

Ye  ransom'd  sinners,  sing  ; 
Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day 
In  Christ,  th'  eternal  King. 

5  Soon  shall  we  hear  him  say, 

"  Ye  blessed  children,  come  ;" 
Soon  will  he  call  us  hence  away, 
To  our  eternal  home. 

6  Soon  shall  our  raptured  tongue 

His  endless  praise  proclaim, 
And  sweeter  voices  tune  the  song 

"Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb."      Hammond. 


CHRIST.  37 

SO.  P.M.  Silver  Street. 

The  Passion  and  Exaltation  of  Christ. 

1  Come  all  harmonious  tongues, 

Your  nobles!;  music  bring  ; 
'T  is  Christ,  the  everlasting  God, 
And  Christ,  the  man,  we  sing. 

2  Tell  how  he  took  our  flesh, 

To  take  away  our  guilt ; 
Sing  the  dear  drops  of  sacred  blood 
That  hellish  monsters  spilt. 

3  Down  to  the  shades  of  death 

He  bow'd  his  sacred  head ; 
Yet  he  arose  to  live  and  reign 
When  death  itself  was  dead. 

4  No  more  the  bloody  spear, 

The  cross  and  nails  no  more  ; 
For  hell  itself  shakes  at  his  name, 
And  all  the  heav'ns  adore.  Watts. 

30*  73.  German  Air. 

Resurrection  of  Christ. 

1  Angels  roll  the  rock  away  ! 
Death,  yield  up  thy  mighty  prey  ! 
See,  he  rises  from  the  tomb, 
Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 

2  Now  ye  saints,  lift  up  your  eyes ; 
See  the  Conqueror  mount  the  skies; 

4 


38  CHRIST. 

Troops  of  angels  on  the  road 
Hail  and  sing  the  incarnate  God. 

3  Heav'n  unfolds  her  portals  wide : 
Glorious  Hero,  through  them  ride  ; 
King  of  glory,  mount  thy  throne, 
Boundless  empire  is  thine  own. 

4  Praise  him,  ye  celestial  choirs, 
Praise,  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres  ; 
Praise  him  in  the  noblest  songs, 
From  ten  thousand  thousand  tongues. 

5  Let  Immanuel  be  adored  ; 
Ransom,  Mediator,  Lord : 
To  creation's  utmost  bound 

Let  th'  immortal  praise  resound.        Gibbons. 

31*  L.  M.  Loving  Kindness . 

Loving  Kindness  of  Christ. 

1  Awake,  my  soul,  to  joyful  lays, 

And  sing  the  great  Redeemer's  praise  ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me : 
His  loving  kindness,  Oh,  how  free  I 

2  He  saw  me  ruin'd  in  the  fall, 

Yet  lov'd  me,  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate ; 
His  loving  kindness,  Oh,  how  great  ! 


CHRIST.  39 

3  Though  num'rous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along : 

His  loving  kindness,  Oh,  how  strong  ! 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has  gather'd  thick,  and  thunder'd  loud, 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood  : 
His  loving  kindness,  Oh,  how  good ! 

5  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart ; 
But  though  I  have  him  oft  forgot, 
His  loving  kindness  changes  not. 

6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale, 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail ; 
Oh  !  may  my  last  expiring  breath 

His  loving  kindness  sing  in  death.  Medley. 

«>Vi.  L.  M.  Rockingham. 

Christ  Knocking  at  the  Door. 

1  Behold  a  stranger  at  the  door  ! 

He  gently  knocks,  has  knock'd  before  ; 
Has  waited  long — is  waiting  still : 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  Oh,  lovely  attitude,  he  stands 

With  melting  heart  and  loaded  hands  ! 
Oh  matchless  kindness  !  and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes. 


40  CHRIST. 

3  But  will  he  prove  a  friend  indeed  ? 
He  will ;  the  very  friend  you  need  : 
The  Friend  of  sinners — yes,  't  is  He, 
With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary. 

4  Rise,  touched  with  gratitude  divine ; 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine, 
That  soul-destroying  monster,  Sin, 
And  let  the  heavenly  Stranger  in. 

5  Admit  him,  ere  his  anger  burn — 
His  feet  departed,  ne'er  return  : 
Admit  him,  or  the  hour's  at  hand 
You  '11  at  his  door  rejected  stand. 

«$«$•  CM.  Azmon. 

Christ's  Commission. 

1  Come,  happy  souls,  approach  your  God, 

With  new,  melodious  songs  ; 
Come,  render  to  almighty  grace 
The  tribute  of  your  tongues. 

2  So  strange,  so  boundless  was  the  love 

That  pitied  dying  men, 
The  Father  sent  his  equal  Son 
To  give  them  life  again. 

3  Thy  hands,  dear  Jesus,  were  not  arm'd 

With  a  revenging  rod  ; 
No  hard  commission  to  perform 
The  vengeance  of  a  God. 


CHRIST.  41 

4  But  all  was  mercy,  all  was  mild, 

And  wrath  forsook  the  throne, 
When  Christ  on  mercy's  errand  came, 
And  brought  salvation  down. 

5  Here  sinners  you  may  heal  your  wounds, 

And  wipe  your  sorrows  dry  ; 
Trust  in  the  mighty  Saviour's  name, 
And  you  shall  never  die. 

6  See,  dearest  Lord,  our  willing  souls 

Accept  thine  offer' d  grace ; 
We  bless  the  great  Redeemer's  love, 
A  id  give  the  Father  praise.  Watts, 

34L.  C.M.  Bray. 

The  Lamb  Worshipped. 

1  Come  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs, 

With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,  they  cry, 

To  be  exalted  thus  ; 
Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  lips  reply, 
For  he  was  slain  for  us. 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  pow'r  divine  ; 
And  blessings  more  than  we  can  give 
Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thine. 

4* 


42  CHRIST. 

4  Let  all  who  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
Conspire  to  lift  thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  thine  endless  praise. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  bless  the  sacred  name, 
Of  Him  who  sits  upon  the  throne, 

And  to  adore  the  Lamb.  watts. 

3s>«  S.  M.  Little  Marlboro. 

Compassion  of  Christ. 

1  Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep  ? 

And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 

2  The  Son  of  God  in  tears, 

Angels  with  wonder  see  ! 
Be  thou  astonish'd,  0  my  soul, 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 

3  He  wept — that  we  might  weep, 

Each  sin  demands  a  tear  : 
In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found, 
And  there 's  no  weeping  there. 

Beddome. 
3H#  C.  M.  Hermit. 

Christ  in  the  Garden. 
1  Dark  was  the  night,  and  cold  the  ground 
On  which  the  Lord  was  laid  ; 


CHRIST.  43 

His  sweat  like  drops  of  blood  ran  down ; 
In  agony  he  prayed, — 

2  "  Father,  remove  this  bitter  cup, 

If  such  thy  sacred  will ; 
If  not,  content  to  drink  it  up, 
Thy  pleasure  I  fulfil. 

3  Go  to  the  garden,  sinner  ;  see 

Those  precious  drops  that  flow  ; 
The  heavy  load  he  bore  for  thee  ; 
For  thee  he  lies  so  low. 

4  Then  learn  of  him  the  cross  to  bear; 

Thy  Father's  will  obey  ; 
And,  when  temptations  press  thee  near, 
Awake  to  watch  and  pray.  iiaweis. 

3T«  7s.  Cross. 

Cross  of  Christ. 

1  From  the  cross  uplifted  high, 
Where  the  Saviour  deigns  to  die, 
What  melodious  sounds  we  hear, 
Bursting  on  the  ravish'd  ear  ! — 

"  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done — 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come  ! 

2  Sprinkled  now  with  blood  the  throne, 
Why  beneath  thy  burdens  groan  ? 

On  my  pierced  body  laid, 
Justice  owns  the  ransom  paid — 
Bow  the  knee,  and  kiss  the  Son — 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come  ! 


44  CHRIST. 

3  Spread  for  thee,  the  festal  board 
See  with  richest  dainties  stored ; 
To  thy  Father's  bosom  press'd, 
Yet  again  a  child  confess'd, 
Never  from  his  house  to  roam ; 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come. 

4  Soon  the  days  of  life  shall  end — 
Lo,  I  come — your  Saviour,  Friend ! 
Safe  your  spirits  to  convey 

To  the  realms  of  endless  day, 

Up  to  my  eternal  home — 

Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come !" 

Haweia, 

«*  o  a  7s.  Oicasco, 

Lovest  thou  me. 

1  Hark,  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord  ! 
'T  is  thy  Saviour,  hear  his  word  ! 
Jesus  speaks,  he  speaks  to  thee, 

"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me  ?" 

2  "  I  deliver'd  thee  when  bound, 

And  when  bleeding,  heal'd  thy  wound, 
Sought  thee  wand'ring,  set  thee  right, 
Turn'd  thy  darkness  into  light. 

3  "  Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above, 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath, 
Free  and  faithful,  strong  as  death. 


CHRIST.  45 

4  "  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  faith  is  done, — 
Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be  : 
Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me  ? 

5  Lord,  it  is  my  chief  co.nplaint 
That  my  love  is  still  so  faint, 
Yet  I  love  thee,  and  adore  : 

0,  for  grace  to  love  thee  more  ! 

39.  I-  M.  Rolland. 

Christ  a  Living  Intercessor. 

1  He  lives  !  the  great  Redeemer  lives, 
What  joy  the  bless'd  assurance  gives  ! 
And  now,  before  his  Father,  God, 
Pleads  the  full  merit  of  his  blood. 

2  Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 

And  justice  arm'd,  with  frowns  appears  ; 
But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face 
Sweet  mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peace. 

3  Hence,  then,  ye  black,  despairing  thoughts  ; 
Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults, 

His  powerful  intercessions  rise, 
And  guilt  recedes  and  terror  dies. 

4  In  every  dark,  distressful  hour, 
When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  power, 
Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart, 
That  Jesus  bears  us  on  his  heart. 


46  CHRIST. 

5  Great  Advocate,  Almighty  Friend  ! 
On  him  our  humble  hopes  depend  : 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail, 
For  Jesus  pleads  and  must  prevail.   Steele. 

40.  8, 7.  Pleading 

1  Hark,  the  Saviour  now  is  pleading, 

At  the  sinner's  bolted  heart, 
Now  in  heav'n  he  's  interceding, 
Kindly  taking  sinner's  part. 
Chorus.  Sinner,  can  you  slight  the  Saviour  ? 
Can  your  heart  resist  his  charms  ? 
Once  he  died,  from  sin  to  save  you, 
Now  he  calls  you  to  his  arms. 

2  Dying  sinner,  hear  him  pleading, 

All  the  pains  he  bore  for  thee, 
When  his  sacred  body  bleeding, 
Hung  upon  the  bloody  tree. 
Sinner,  can  you  slight,  &c. 

3  Sinner,  do  n't  refuse  to  hearken, 

He  would  reason  now  with  you, 
"  Though  your  sins  are  red  as  scarlet, 
I  will  make  them  white  as  snow." 
Sinner,  can  you  slight,  &c. 

4  Listen  while  he  thus  invites  you, 

Hear,  and  be  forever  blest, 


CHRIST.  47 

Then  to  realms  of  heav'nly  brightness, 
Be  received  to  endless  rest. 

Sinner,  can  you  slight,  &c.  A. 

4 1  •  h.  M.  Hiding  Place. 

Sovereign  Love. 

1  Hail,  sov'reign  love,  that  form'd  the  plan, 
To  save  rebellious,  ruin'd  man, 

Hail,  matchless,  free,  eternal  grace, 
Thargave  my  soul  a  hiding-place. 

2  Against  the  God  that  rules  the  sky 
I  fought  with  weapons  lifted  high, 
I  madly  ran  the  sinful  race, 
Regardless  of  a  hiding-place. 

3  Yet  when  God's  justice  rose  in  view, 
To  Sinai's  burning  mount  I  flew ; 
Keen  were  the  pangs  of  my  distress, 
The  mountain  was  no  hiding-place. 

4  Cut  a  celestial  voice  I  heard, 

A  bleeding  Saviour  then  appear'd, 
Led  by  the  Spirit  of  his  grace, 
I  found  in  him  a  hiding-place. 

5  On  him  the  weight  of  vengeance  fell, 

That  else  had  sunk  a  world  to  hell ; 

Then,  0  my  soul,  forever  praise 

Thy  Saviour  God,  thy  hiding-place. 

Brewer. 


48  CHRIST. 

42.  7s.  Stone. 

Shi  the  cause  of  Christ's  Death. 

1  Hearts  of  stone,  relent,  relent, 

Break,  by  Jesus'  cross  subdued  ; 
See  his  body,  mangled,  rent, 

Cover' d  with  a  gore  of  blood : 
Sinful  soul,  what  hast  thou  done  ! 
Murder'd  God's  eternal  Son. 

2  Yes,  our  sins  have  done  the  deed, 

Drove  the  nails  that  fix'd  him  there ; 
Crown'd  with  thorns  his  sacred  head, 

Pierced  him  with  a  soldier's  spear ; 
Made  his  soul  a  sacrifice, 
For  a  sinful  world  he  dies. 

3  Will  you  let  him  die  in  vain  ? 

Still  to  death  pursue  your  Lord  ? 
Open  all  his  wounds  again, 

Trample  on  his  precious  blood  ? 
"  No  !  with  all  my  sins  I  '11  part, 
Saviour,  take  my  broken  heart.      iiar.  Sac. 

48  •  C.  M.  Halsey. 

The  name  of  Jesus. 

1  How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds 
In  a  believer's  ear  ! 
It  soothes  his  sorrows,  heals  his  wounds 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 


CHRIST.  49 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 
'T  is  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  By  him  my  prayers  acceptance  gain, 

Although  with  sin  defiled  ; 
Satan  accuses  me  in  vain, 
And  I  am  own'd  a  child. 

4  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart, 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 
But  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I  '11  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

5  Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 

"With  every  fleeting  breath  ; 
And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 

Refresh  my  soul  in  death.  Newton. 

44.  0.  P.  M.  Ganges. 

Power  of  Ch  risCs  Love. 

1  If  God  had  bid  his  thunders  roll, 
And  lightnings  flash  to  blast  my  soul, 

I  still  had  stubborn  been  : 
But  mercy  has  my  heart  subdued — 
A  bleeding  Saviour  I  have  view'd, 

And  now  I  hate  my  sin. 

2  Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  thine  alone  ; 
Come  take  possession  of  thine  own, 

For  thou  hast  set  me  free ; 


50  CHRIST. 

Released  from  Satan's  hard  command, 
See  all  my  powers  in  waiting  stand, 
To  be  employ'd  by  thee. 

3  My  will  conform'd  to  thine  would  move  ; 
On  thee  my  hope,  desire,  and  love, 

In  fix'd  attention  join  : 
My  hands,  my  eyes,  my  ears,  my  tongue, 
Have  Satan's  servants  been  too  long, 

But  now  they  shall  be  thine.      Newton. 

4«5«  C.  M.  Athens. 

Ashamed  of  Christ. 

1  I  'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 

Or  to  defend  his  cause  ; 
Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word, 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God  ! — I  know  his  name — 

His  name  is  all  my  trust; 
Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne — his  promise  stands, 

And  he  can  well  secure 
What  I  've  committed  to  his  hands, 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name 

Before  his  Fathers  face, 
And  in  the  new  Jerusalem 
Appoint  my  soul  a  place.  Watts. 


CHRIST.  51 

6.  7fl.  Cross. 

Christ  our  Refuge* 

1  Jesus,  lover  of  my  soul  ! 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  billows  near  me  roll, 

While  the  tempest  still  is  high  ! 
Hide  me,  0  my  Saviour,  hide, 

Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past ; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide  ; 

0  receive  my  soul  at  last ! 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none  ; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee  ? 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone, 

Still  support  and  comfort  me. 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stay'd  ; 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring  ; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

Wesley. 

■  #  •  L.  M.  Rockingham. 

Ashamed  of  Christ. 

1  Jesus  !  and  shall  it  ever  be, 

A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee  ! 
Ashamed  of  thee,  whom  angels  praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless  days  ? 

2  Ashamed  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star : 


52  CHRIST. 

He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Ashamed  of  Jesus  ! — that  dear  Friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heaven  depend  ? 
No  !  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

4  Ashamed  of  Jesus  ! — yes,  I  may, 
When  I  've  no  guilt  to  wash  away ; 
No  tear  to  wipe  ;  no  good  to  crave  ; 
No  fear  to  quell — no  soul  to  save. 

5  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain ! 
And  Oh  may  this  my  glory  be, 

That  Christ  is  not  ashamed  of  me.     Gregg. 

4-  8  •  73.  Wilmot. 

Christ  our  only  Hope. 

1  Jesus,  save  my  dying  soul ; 
Make  the  broken  spirit  whole ; 
Humbled  in  the  dust  I  lie  ; 
Saviour,  leave  me  not  to  die. 

2  Jesus,  full  of  every  grace, 
Now  reveal  thy  smiling  face  ; 
Grant  the  joy  of  sin  forgiven, 
Foretaste  of  the  bliss  of  heaven. 


CHRIST. 


53 


3  All  my  guilt  to  thee  is  known  ; 
Thou  art  righteous,  thou  alone  : 
All  my  help  is  from  thy  cross  ; 
All  beside  I  count  but  loss. 

4  Lord,  in  thee  I  now  believe  ; 
Wilt  thou— wilt  thou  not  forgive  ? 
Helpless  at  thy  feet  I  lie; 

Saviour,  leave  me  not  to  die.     Sp.  Songs. 

ZJ9#  C.  M.  Ortonville. 

The  Chief  among  Ten  Thousand. 

1  Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned, 

Upon  the  Saviour's  brow  ; 
His  head  with  radiant  glories  crown'd, 
His  lips  with  grace  o'errlow. 

2  No  mortal  can  with  him  compare 

Among  the  sons  of  men ; 
Fairer  is  he  than  all  the  fair 
Who  fill  the  heavenly  train. 

3  He  saw  me  plunged  in  deep  distress, 

And  flew  to  my  relief  ; 
For  me  he  bore  the  shameful  cross, 
And  carried  all  my  grief. 

4  Since  from  his  bounty  I  receive 

Such  proofs  of  love  divine  ; 
Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give, 
Lord,  they  should  all  be  thine,  sa.  Songs. 
5* 


54  CHRIST. 

•50.  CM.  Silver  Spring. 

Cross  of  Christ. 

1  I  saw  One  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agony  and  blood, 
Who  iix'd  his  languid  eyes  on  me 
As  near  the  cross  I  stood. 

2  Sure,  never  till  my  latest  breath 

Can  I  forget  that  look  ; 
It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke. 

3  My  conscience  felt  and  own'd  the  guilt, 

And  plunged  me  in  despair ; 

I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 

And  help'd  to  nail  him  there. 

4  Alas  !  I  knew  not  what  I  did  ; 

But  now  my  tears  are  vain — 
Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid  ? 
For  I  the  Lord  have  slain. 

5  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

"  I  freely  all  forgive  : 
"  This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid, 
I  die  that  thou  may'st  live." 

6  Thus,  while  his  death  my  sin  displays 

In  all  its  blackest  hue, 
(Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace,) 
It  seals  my  pardon  too.  Newton. 


CHRIST.  55 

0 1  L.  M.  Tallis. 

Example  of  Christ. 

1  My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord, 
I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word  ; 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine, 

I  would  transcribe,  and  make  them  mine. 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air, 
Witness'd  the  fervor  of  thy  prayer ; 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict  and  thy  victory  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern  :  make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here ; 

Then  God,  the  Judge,  shall  own  my  name 
Among  the  followers  of  the  Lamb,     watta. 

«52.  6s.  &4s.  Faith. 

Lamb  of  Calvary. 
1  M\r  faith  looks  up  to  thee, 
Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary  ; 

Saviour  divine  ! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray ; 
Take  all  my  guilt  away  ; 
Oh  let  me  from  this  day 
Be  wholly  thine. 


56  CHRIST. 

2  May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  my  fainting  heart, 

My  zeal  inspire ; 
As  thou  hast  died  for  me, 
0  may  my  love  to  thee, 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be, 

A  living  fire. 

3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread, 

Be  thou  my  guide  ; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  thee  aside. 

4  When  ends  life's  transient  dream, 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll ; 
Blest  Saviour,  then  in  love, 
Fear  and  distrust  remove : 
0  bear  me  safe  above — 

A  ransom'd  soul. 

53  •  L.  M,  Hebron. 

His  name  is  Wonderful. 
1  Nature  with  open  volume  stands 

To  spread  her  Maker's  praise  abroad, 
And  every  labor  of  his  hands 

Shows  something  worthy  of  a  God  : 


CHRIST. 


57 


2  But  in  the  grace  that  rescued  man 

His  brightest  form  of  glory  shines  ; 
Here,  on  the  cross,  'tis  fairest  drawn, 
In  precious  blood  and  crimson  lines. 

3  Here  I  behold  his  inmost  heart, 

Where  grace  and  vengeance  strangely  join  ; 
Piercing  his  Son  with  sharpest  smart, 
To  make  the  purchased  pleasures  mine. 

4  Oh  !  the  sweet  wonders  of  that  cross, 

Where  God,  the  Saviour,  loved  and  died  ! 
Her  noblest  life  my  spirit  draws 

From  his  dear  wounds  and  bleeding  side. 

5  I  would  forever  speak  his  name, 

In  sounds  to  mortal  ears  unknown  ; 
With  angels  join  to  praise  the  Lamb, 
And  worship  at  his  Father's  throne. 

Watts. 
04#  S.  M.  Aylesbury. 

Christ  our  Sacrifice. 

1  Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts, 

On  Jewish  altars  slain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ  the  heavenly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  sins  away ; 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood  than  they. 


58 


CHRIST. 


3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  thine, 
While  like  a  penitent  I  stand, 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 

4  My  soul  looks  hack  to  see 

The  burdens  thou  didst  bear 
When  hanging  on  th'  accursed  tree, 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove ; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  sing  his  bleeding  love.  watte. 

t>«5«  L.  M.  Dresden. 

Errand  of  Christ. 

1  Not  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men, 

Did  Christ  the  Son  of  God  appear  ; 
No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  seen, 
No  flaming  sword,  nor  thunder  there. 

2  Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God, 

He  loved  the  race  of  man  so  well, 
He  sent  his  Son  to  bear  our  load 

Of  sins,  and  save  our  souls  from  hell. 

3  Sinners,  believe  the  Saviour's  word, 

Trust  in  his  mighty  name  and  live  ; 
A  thousand  joys  his  lips  afford, 
His  hands  a  thousand  blessings  give. 


CHRIST.  59 

But  vengeance  and  damnation  lies 
On  rebels  who  refuse  his  grace  ; 

Who  God's  eternal  Son  despise, 
The  hottest  hell  shall  be  their  place. 

Watts. 
,  7a.  Newton. 

Redeeming  Love. 

1  Now  begin  the  heavenly  theme  ; 
Sing  aloud  the  Saviour's  name  ; 
Ye  who  Jesus'  kindness  prove, 
Triumph  in  redeeming  love. 

2  Ye,  who  see  the  Father's  grace, 
Beaming  in  the  Saviour's  face — 
As  to  Canaan  on  ye  move, 
Praise  and  bless  redeeming  love. 

3  Mourning  souls,  dry  up  your  tears, 
Banish  all  your  gloomy  fears  ; 
See  your  guilt  and  curse  remove, 
CancelPd  by  redeeming  love. 

4  Ye,  alas  !  who  long  have  been 
Willing  slaves  of  death  and  sin ! 
Now  from  bliss  no  longer  rove  ; 
Turn,  and  taste  redeeming  love. 

5  Welcome,  all  by  sin  opprest — 
Welcome  to  his  sacred  rest : 
Nothing  brought  him  from  above, 
Nothing — but  redeeming  love. 


60  CHRIST. 

6  Hither,  then,  your  music  bring, 
Strike  aloud  each  joyful  string ; 
Mortals  join  the  hosts  above — 
Join  to  praise  redeeming  love.      Newton. 

57.  L.  C.  M.  Sherburne. 

Excellence  of  Christ. 

1  O  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth, 

0  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth, 
Which  in  my  Saviour  shine  ; 

1  'd  soar  and  touch  the  heavenly  strings, 
And  vie  with  Gabriel  while  he  sings, 

In  notes  almost  divine. 

2  I'd  sing  the  precious  blood  he  spilt, 
My  ransom  from  the  dreadful  guilt 

Of  sin  and  wrath  divine  : 
I  'd  sing  his  glorious  righteousness, 
In  which  all-perfect,  heavenly  dress 

My  soul  shall  ever  shine. 

3  I'd  sing  the  characters  he  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  he  wears, 

Exalted  on  his  throne  ; 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
I  would,  to  everlasting  days, 

Make  all  his  glories  known. 

4  Soon  the  delightful  morn  will  come 
When  my  dear  Lord  will  bring  me  home, 

And  I  shall  see  his  face : 


CHRIST.  61 

Then  with  my  Saviour',  Brother,  Friend, 
A  blest  eternity  I  '11  spend, 

Triumphant  in  his  grace.  Medley. 

5&t  C.  M.  Athtn$. 

Praise  to  the  Redeemer. 

1  Oh  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 

My  dear  Redeemer's  praise  ! 

The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 

The  triumphs  of  his  grace  ! 

2  Jesus,  the  name  that  calms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease ; 
'T  is  music  to  our  ravish'd  ears  ; 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

3  He  breaks  the  power  of  reigning  sin, 

He  sets  the  prisoner  free ; 
His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean — 
His  blood  avail'd  for  me.  Wesley. 

59.  lis  &  8s.  Delight. 

Christ  the  beloved  of  Zion. 

1  0  thou  in  whose  presence  my  soul  takes  delight 

— On  whom  in  affliction  I  call ; 
My  comfort  by  day,  and  my  song  in  the  night, 
My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all. 

2  Ye  daughters  of  Zion,  declare,  have  you  seen, 

The  Star  that  on  Israel  shone  : 
6 


62  CHRIST. 

Say,  if  in  your  tents  my  Beloved  has  been, 
And  where  with  his  flock  he  has  gone  ? 

3  His  voice  as  the  sound  of  the  dulcimer  sweet, 

Is  heard  through  the  shadow  of  death, 
The  cedars  of  Lebanon  bow  at  his  feet, 
The  air  is  perfumed  with  his  breath. 

4  His  lips  as  a  fountain  of  righteousness  flow, 

To  water  the  gardens  of  grace ;         [know, 
From  which  their  salvation  the  Gentiles  shall 
And  bask  in  the  smiles  of  his  face. 

6  He  looks,  and  ten  thousand  of  angels  rejoice, 
And  myriads  wait  for  his  word  ; 
He  speaks,  and  eternity,  fill'd  with  his  voice, 
Re-echoes  the  praise  of  the  Lord. 

GO»  8,7.  Greenville. 

Christ  a  Friend. 

1  Ox\e  there  is,  above  all  others, 

Well  deserves  the  name  of  Friend  ; 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 
Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end  ! 

2  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood  ? 
But  our  Jesus  died  to  have  us 
Reconciled,  in  him,  to  God. 

3  When  he  lived  on  earth  abased, 

Friend  of  Sinners,  was  his  name ; 


CHRIST.  63 

Now,  above  all  glory  raised, 
He  rejoices  in  the  same  : 

4  0  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften  ! 
Teach,  us  Lord,  at  length  to  love  ; 
We,  alas  !  forget  too  often 
What  a  Friend  we  have  above. 

Newton. 

{•  |  H.  M.  Lenox. 

Jesus  seen  of  Angels. 

1  0  ye  immortal  throng 

Of  angels  round  the  throne, 
Join  with  our  feeble  song 

To  make  the  Saviour  known ; 
On  earth  ye  knew       I  His  beauteous  face 
His  wondrous  grace  ;  I  In  heaven  ye  view. 

2  Ye  saw  the  holy  Child 

In  human  flesh  array 'd, 
Supremely  meek  and  mild, 

While  in  the  manger  laid ; 
And  praise  to  God,      |  For  such  a  birth, 
And  peace  on  earth,    |  Proclaim'd  aloud. 

3  Ye  in  the  wilderness 

Beheld  the  tempter  spoil'd, 
Well  known  in  every  dress, 
In  every  combat  foil'd, 
And  joy?d  to  crown     I  When  Satan  fled 
The  Victor's  head,      I  Before  his  frown. 


64  CHRIST. 

4  Around  the  bloody  tree, 

Ye  press'd  with  strong  desire, 
That  wondrous  sight  to  see, 

The  Lord  of  life  expire  ; 
And,  could  your  eyes  |  Had  dropp'd  it  there 
Have  known  a  tear,     j  In  sad  surprise. 

5  Around  his  sacred  tomb 

A  willing  watch  ye  keep, 
Till  the  blest  moment  come 

To  rouse  him  from  his  sleep  ; 
Then  roll'd  the  stone,  I  Your  rising  Lord 
And  all  adord  1  With  joy  unknown. 

6  When  all  arrayed  in  light 

The  shining  Conqueror  rode, 
Ye  hail'd  his  rapturous  flight 
Up  to  the  throne  of  God. 
And  waved  around    l  And  struck  your  strings 
Your  golden  wings,  j  Of  sweetest  sound, 

Doddridge. 

0««  ~3.  y-urembergh. 

Christ  is  all  our  Hope. 

1  Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee  ; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood, 
From  thy  wounded  side  that  flow'd, 
Be  of  sin  the  perfect  cure, 
Save  me,  Lord,  and  make  me  pure. 


CHRIST.  65 

2  Should  my  tears  forever  flow, 
Should  my  zeal  no  languor  know, 
This  for  sin  could  not  atone  ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone  ! 
In  my  hand  no  price  I  bring; 
Simply  to  thy  cross  I  cling. 

3  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyelids  close  in  death, 
When  I  rise  to  worlds  unknown, 
And  behold  thee  on  thy  throne, 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me, 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee.         Toplady. 

63.  C.  M.  Howard. 

Behold  the  Lamb  of  God. 

1  Sinners,  "  behold  the  Lamb  of  God," 

Who  takes  away  our  guilt ; 
Look  to  the  precious,  priceless  blood, 
That  Jews  and  Gentiles  spilt. 

2  From  heaven  he  came  to  seek  and  save, 

Leaving  his  blest  abode : 
To  ransom  us,  himself  he  gave  ; 
"  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God!" 

3  Sinners,  to  Jesus  then  draw  near, 

Invited  by  his  word  ; 

The  chief  of  sinners  need  not  fear  ; 

"Behold  the  Lamb  of  God  !" 
6* 


66  CHRIST. 

4  Backsliders,  too,  the  Saviour  calls, 

And  washes  in  his  blood ; 
Arise,  return  from  grievous  falls  ; 
"  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God  !" 

5  In  every  state,  and  time,  and  place, 

Naught  plead  but  Jesus'  blood  ; 
However  wretched  be  your  case, 

"  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God  !"       Eoskins. 

64:.  L.M.  Lord. 

1  Soft  be  the  gently-breathing  notes 

That  sing  the  Saviour's  dying  love  ; 
Soft  as  the  evening  zephyr  floats, 

And  soft  as  tuneful  lyres  above  : 
Soft  as  the  morning  dews  descend, 

While  warbling  birds  exulting  soar, 
So  soft  to  our  almighty  Friend 

Be  every  sigh  our  bosom's  pour. 

2  Pure  as  the  sun's  enlivening  ray, 

That  scatters  life  and  joy  abroad  ; 
Pure  as  the  lucid  orb  of  day, 

That  wide  proclaims  its  Maker,  God  ; 
Pure  as  the  breath  of  vernal  skies, 

So  pure  let  our  contrition  be ; 
And  purely  let  our  sorrows  rise 

To  him  who  bled  upon  the  tree. 

Collyer. 


CHRIST.  07 

GO.  C.  M.  Balcrma- 

Christ  my  All. 

1  The  Saviour  !  Oh,  what  endless  charms 

Dwell  in  the  blissful  sound  ! 
Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 
And  spreads  sweet  peace  around. 

2  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joys  divine 

In  rich  effusion  flow, 
For  guilty  rebels,  lost  in  sin, 
And  doom'd  to  endless  wo. 

3  Oh,  the  rich  depths  of  love  divine, 

Of  bliss,  a  boundless  store  ! 
Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  thee  mine  ; 
I  cannot  wish  for  more. 

4  On  thee  alone  my  hope  relies, 

Beneath  thy  cross  I  fall ; 
My  Lord,  my  life,  my  sacrifice, 

My  Saviour,  and  my  all.  Steele. 

G6«  CM.  Ortonville. 

The  blood  of  Christ  a  Fountain. 

1  There  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood, 

Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins, 
And  sinners  plunged  beneath  that  flood, 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 


68  CHRIST. 

And  there  may  I,  as  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb,  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransom'd  church  of  God 
Be  sav'd,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  Then  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I  '11  sing  thy  power  to  save  ; 
When  this  poor,  lisping,  stammering  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave.  Cowper. 

67,  L.  M.  Hiding  Place. 

Christ  offered  to  Sinners. 

1  To-Day,  if  ye  will  hear  his  voice, 
Now  is  the  time  to  make  your  choice  ; 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go  ? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no  ? 

2  Ye  wandering  souls,  who  find  no  rest, 
Say,  will  you  be  forever  blest  ? 

Will  you  be  saved  from  sin  and  hell  ? 
Will  you  with  Christ  in  glory  dwell  ? 


CHRIST.  69 

3  Come  now,  dear  }Touth  for  ruin  bound, 
Obey  the  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
Come,  go  with  us,  and  you  shall  prove 
The  joy  of  Christ's  redeeming  love. 

4  Once  more  we  ask  yon  in  his  name — 
For  yet  his  love  remains  the  same — 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go  ? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no  ? 

5  Leave  all  your  sports  and  glittering  toys, 
Come  share  with  us  eternal  joys ; 

Or  must  we  leave  you  bound  to  hell — 
Then,  dear  young  friends,  a  long  farewell. 

68.  L.  ML  Wells. 

The  Wonders  of  the  Cross. 

1  When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 

On  which  the  Prince  of  Glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast, 

Save  in  the  death  of  Christ,  my  God  ; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See,  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet, 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  ! 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet, 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown  ? 


"70  HOLY  SPIRIT. 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 
Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 


Watts. 


HOLY  SPIRIT. 

60.  L.  M.  Tallis. 

1  Come,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  light  and  comfort  from  above  ; 
Be  thou  our  Guardian,  thou  our  Guide ; 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 

2  To  us  the  light  of  truth  display, 

And  make  us  know  and  choose  thy  way ; 
Plant  holy  fear  in  every  heart, 
That  we  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

3  Lead  us  to  holiness — the  road 

Which  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God ; 
Lead  us  to  Christ — the  living  way  ; 
Nor  let  us  from  his  pastures  stray ; — 

4  Lead  us  to  God, — our  final  rest, — 
To  be  with  him  forever  blest ; 

Lead  us  to  heaven,  its  bliss  to  share — 
Fulness  of  joy  forever  there.  Browne. 


HOLY  SPIRIT.  71 

#  P.  M.  Little  Marlboro. 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 

With  energy  divine, 
And  on  this  poor  benighted  soul 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine. 

2  Oh  !  melt  this  frozen  heart ; 

This  stubborn  will  subdue ; 
Each  evil  passion  overcome, 
And  form  me  all  anew. 

3  Mine  will  the  profit  be, 

But  thine  shall  be  the  praise  ; 
And  unto  thee  will  I  devote 
The  remnant  of  my  days. 

Rippon's  Col. 

#  S.  M.  Watchman. 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 

Let  thy  bright  beams  arise  ; 
Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 
The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

2  Convince  us  of  our  sin ; 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood ; 
And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 
The  secret  love  of  God. 

3  Revive  our  drooping  faith  ; 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove  ; 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 


72  HOLY  SPIRIT. 

4  *T  is  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 

To  sanctify  the  soul. 
To  pour  fresh  life  in  every  part, 
And  new-create  the  whole. 

5  Dwell,  Spirit,  in  our  hearts ; 

Our  minds  from  bondage  free ; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  praise,  and  love 
The  Father,  Son  and  Thee.         Hart. 

•yjjj,  7s.  German  Air. 

1  Gracious  Spirit,  Love  divine  ! 
Let  thy  light  within  me  shine, 
All  my  guilty  fears  remove, 
Fill  me  full  of  heavenly  love. 

2  Speak  thy  pardoning  grace  to  me, 
Set  the  burden'd  sinne*  free  ; 
Lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Wash  me  in  his  precious  blood. 

3  Life  and  peace  to  me  impart, 
Seal  salvation  on  my  heart : 
Breathe  thyself  into  my  breast, 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 

4  Let  me  never  from  thee  stray, 
Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way  : 
Fill  my  soul  with  joy  divine  ; 

Keep  me,  Lord,  forever  thine,     stocker. 


HOLY  SPIRIT.  73 

73.  C.  M.  Ualsey. 

Invoking  the  Spirit. 

1  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  sacred  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look,  how  we  grovel  here  below, 

Fond  of  these  trifling  toys ; 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs, 

In  vain  we  strive  to  rise  ; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 
And  our  devotion  dies. 

4  Dear  Lord  !  and  shall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers : 
Come  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love, 

And  that  shall  kindle  ours.  Watts. 

74.  CM.  Howard. 

1  Let  songs  of  praises  fill  the  sky  ! 
Behold  the  ascended  Lord 
Sends  down  his  spirit  from  on  high, 

And  thus  fulfils  his  word. 
7 


74  HOLY  SPIRIT, 

2  The  Spirit,  by  his  heavenly  breath, 

New  life  creates  within : 
He  raises  sinners  from  the  death 
Of  trespasses  and  sin. 

3  The  things  of  Christ  the  Spirit  takes, 

And  shows  them  unto  men  ; 
The  humble  soul  his  temple  makes, 
God's  image  stamps  again. 

4  Come,  Holy  Spirit !  from  above, 

With  thy  celestial  fire ; 
Oh  come  !  with  holy  zeal  and  love 
Each  heart  and  tongue  inspire  ! 

Cotterill. 

75,  H.  M.  Bethesda. 

Pleading  the  Promise. 

1  0  Thou  that  hearest  prayer, 

Attend  our  humble  cry ; 
And  let  thy  servants  share 

Thy  blessing  from  on  high  : 
We  plead  the  promise  of  thy  word  ; 
Grant  us  thy  Holy  Spirit,  Lord. 

2  If  earthly  parents  hear 

Their  children  when  they  cry ; 
If  they,  with  love  sincere, 

Their  varied  wants  supply  ; 
Much  more  wilt  thou  thy  love  display, 
And  answer  when  thy  children  pray. 


HOLY  SPIRIT.  75 

3  Our  heavenly  Father,  thou, 

We,  children  of  thy  grace : 
0  let  thy  Spirit  now 

Descend  and  fill  the  place : 
So  shall  we  feel  the  heavenly  flame, 
And  all  unite  to  praise  thy  name. 

4  0  may  that  sacred  fire, 

Descending  from  above, 
Our  languid  hearts  inspire 

With  fervent  zeal  and  love ; 
Enlighten  our  beclouded  eyes, 
And  teach  our  grov'ling  souls  to  rise. 

Pratt's  Coll. 
7  6.  L.  M.  Windham. 

1  Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay, 

Though  I  have  done  thee  such  despite  ; 
Cast  not  a  sinner  quite  away, 
Nor  take  thine  everlasting  flight. 

2  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been, 

Of  all  who  e'er  thy  grace  received  ; 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen, 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  grieved ; 

3  Yet,  0  !  the  chief  of  sinners  spare, 

In  honor  of  my  great  High  Priest ; 
Nor  in  thy  righteous  anger  swear 
I  shall  not  see  thy  people's  rest. 


76  HOLY  SPIRIT. 

4  E'en  now  my  weary  soul  release, 

Upraise  me  with  thy  gracious  hand, 
Guide  me  into  thy  perfect  peace, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promised  land. 

Wesley. 

77#  S.  M.  Olruy. 

1  The  Spirit  in  our  hearts, 

Is  whispering,  "  Sinner,  come  ;" 
The  bride,  the  church  of  Christ,  proclaims, 
To  all  his  children,  "  Come !" 

2  Let  him  that  heareth,  say 

To  all  about  him,  "  Come ;" 
Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness, 
To  Christ,  the  fountain,  come. 

3  Yes,  whosoever  will, 

0,  let  him  freely  come, 
And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life ; 
'  T  is  Jesus  bids  him  come. 

4  Lo  !  Jesus,  who  invites, 

Declares,  "  I  quickly  come  :" 
Lord,  even  so ;  we  wait  thy  hour ; 
0  blest  Redeemer,  come.  Episc.  Con. 


GRACES  OF  THE  SPIRIT.  77 


GRACES  OF  THE  SPIRIT. 

7  8  •  C.  M.  Hermit. 

A  Contrite  Heart. 

1  The  Lord  will  happiness  divine 

On  contrite  hearts  bestow  ; 
Then  tell  me,  gracious  God,  is  mine 
A  contrite  heart  or  no  ? 

2  I  hear,  but  seem  to  hear  in  vain, 

Insensible  as  steel ; 
If  aught  is  felt,  't  is  only  pain 
To  find  I  cannot  feel. 

3  I  sometimes  think  myself  inclined, 

To  love  thee,  if  I  could  ; 

But  often  feel  another  mind, 

Averse  to  all  that's  good. 

4  My  best  desires  are  faint  and  few, 

I  fain  would  strive  for  more ; 
But,  when  I  cry  "My  strength  renew," 
Seem  weaker  than  before. 

5  Thy  saints  are  comforted,  I  know, 

And  love  thy  house  of  prayer; 
I  therefore  go  where  others  go, 
But  find  no  comfort  there. 

7* 


78  GRACES  OF  THE  SPIRIT. 

6  Oh,  make  this  heart  rejoice  or  ache — 
Decide  this  doubt  for  me  ; 
And  if  it  be  not  broken,  break, 

And  heal  it,  if  it  be.  Cowper. 

'ZO*  83.  Auburn. 

Love  to  Christ. 

1  My  gracious  Redeemer  I  love, 

His  praises  aloud  I  '11  proclaim  ; 
And  join  with  the  armies  above, 

To  shout  his  adorable  name  : 
To  gaze  on  his  glories  divine, 

Shall  be  my  eternal  employ — 
To  see  them  incessantly  shine, 

My  boundless,  ineffable  joy. 

2  He  freely  redeem'd,  with  his  blood, 

My  soul  from  the  confines  of  hell, 
To  live  on  the  smiles  of  my  God, 

And  in  his  sweet  presence  to  dwell : 
To  shine  with  the  angels  in  light, 

With  saints  and  with  seraphs  to  sing; 
To  view  with  eternal  delight — 

My  Jesus,  my  Saviour,  my  King. 

3  Ye  palaces,  sceptres,  and  crowns, 

Your  pride,  with  disdain  I  survey  ; 
Your  pomps  are  but  shadows  and  sounds ; 
And  pass  in  a  moment  away : 


GRACES  OF  THE  SPIRIT.  79 

The  crown  that  my  Saviour  bestows, 
Yon  permanent  sun  shall  outshine  ; 

My  joy  everlastingly  ilows — 
My  God,  my  Redeemer  is  mine. 

Francis. 

80.  C.  M.  Howard. 

Salvatio7i  by  Faith. 

1  'T  is  faith  that  lays  the  sinner  low, 

And  covers  him  with  shame ; 
Renouncing  all  self-righteousness, 
It  trusts  in  Jesus'  name. 

2  Faith  works  with  power,  but  will  not  plead 

The  best  of  works  when  done ; 
It  knows  no  other  ground  of  trust 
But  in  the  Lord  alone. 

3  It  gives  no  title,  but  receives ; 

No  blessing  it  procures ; 
Yet,  where  it  truly  lives  and  reigns, 
All  blessings  it  insures. 

4  Its  sole  dependence  and  its  stay 

Is  Jesus'  righteousness ; 
'T  is  thus  salvation  is  by  faith, 
And  all  of  sovereign  grace. 

5  The  more  this  principle  prevails, 

The  more  is  grace  adored  ; 
No  glory  it  assumes,  but  gives 
All  glory  to  the  Lord.  Beddome. 


80  GRACES  OF  THE  SPIRIT. 

8  1  •  H.  M.  Lenox. 

Trusting  in  Christ  for  Justification. 

1  Arise,  my  soul,  arise  ; 

Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears ; 
The  bleeding  Sacrifice 

In  my  behalf  appears  : 
Before  the  throne  my  Surety  stands ; 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 

2  The  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 

Received  on  Calvary, 
Now  pour  effectual  prayers, 

And  strongly  speak  for  me  : 
"  Forgive  him,  0,  forgive,"  they  cry, 
"  Nor  let  that  ransom'd  sinner  die." 

3  The  Father  hears  him  pray, 

The  dear  Annointed  One ; — • 
He  cannot  turn  away 

The  pleading  of  his  Son  : 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  To  God  I'm  reconciled  ; 

His  pardoning  voice  I  hear ; 
He  owns  me  for  his  child  ; 

I  can  no  longer  fear : 
With  filial  trust  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  "  Father,  Abba  Father,"  cry. 

C.  Wesley. 


GRACES  OF  THE  SPIRIT.  81 

g<g#  C.  M.  Azmon. 

Regeneration  by  the  Spirit. 

1  Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth, 

Nor  rites  thai  God  has  given, 
Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth, 
Can  raise  a  soul  to  heaven. 

2  The  sovereign  will  of  God  alone 

Creates  us  heirs  of  grace  ; 
Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 
A  new  peculiar  race. 

3  The  Spirit,  like  some  heavenly  wind, 

Breathes  on  the  sons  of  flesh, 
New  models  all  the  carnal  mind, 
And  forms  the  man  afresh. 

4  Our  quicken'd  souls  awake  and  rise 

From  the  long  sleep  of  death  ; 
On  heavenly  things  we  fix  our  eyes, 
And  praise  employs  our  breath,     watts. 

83,  7s.  Martyn. 

The  Sanctifier. 

1  Holy  Ghost  with  light  divine, 
Shine  upon  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
Chase  the  shades  of  night  away ; 
Turn  the  darkness  into  day. 

2  Holy  Ghost,  with  power  divine, 
Cleanse  this  guilty  heart  of  mine  : 
Long  has  sin  without  control, 
Held  dominion  o'er  my  soul. 


82  GRACES  OF  THE  SPIRIT. 

3  Holy  Ghost,  with  joy  divine, 
Cheer  this  sadden'd  heart  of  mine  ; 
Bid  my  many  woes  depart ; 

Heal  my  wounded,  bleeding  heart. 

4  Holy  Spirit,  all  divine, 

Dwell  within  this  heart  of  mine  ; 

Cast  down  every  idol  throne ; 

Reign  supreme,  and  reign  alone.     Reed. 

84L  8s.  &7s.  Looe  Divine. 

The  Spirit  the  Source  of  all  Blessings. 

1  Holy  Source  of  consolation, 

Light  and  life  thy  grace  imparts  ; 
Visit  us  in  thy  compassion ; 

Guide  our  minds,  and  fill  our  hearts. 

2  Heavenly  blessings,  without  measure, 

Thou  canst  bring  us  from  above  ; 
Lord,  we  ask  that  heavenly  treasure, 
Wisdom,  Holiness  and  Love. 

3  Dwell  within  us,  blessed  Spirit ; 

Where  thou  art  no  ill  can  come  ; 

Bless  us  now,  through  Jesus'  merit ; 

Reign  in  every  heart  and  home. 

4  Saviour,  lead  us  to  adore  thee, 

While  thou  dost  prolong  our  days ; 
Then  with  angel  hosts  before  thee, 
May  we  worship,  love  and  praise. 

Noel's  Col. 


GRACES  OF  THE  SPIRIT.  83 

8*>»  8s.  Auburn. 

Faith. 

1  The  moment  a  sinner  believes, 

And  trusts  in  his  crucified  God, 
His  pardon  at  once  he  receives — 

Redemption  in  full  through  his  blood. 
'T  is  faith  that  still  leads  us  along, 

And  lives  under  pressure  and  load, 
That  makes  us  in  weakness  more  strong, 

And  draws  the  soul  upward  to  God. 

2  It  treads  on  the  world  and  on  hell, 

It  vanquishes  death  and  despair ; 
And  Oh  !  let  us  wonder  to  tell, 

It  wrestles  and  conquers  by  pray'r; 
Permits  a  vile  worm  of  the  dust, 

With  God  to  commune  as  a  friend  ; 
To  hope  his  forgiveness  as  just, 

And  look  for  his  love  to  the  end. 

3  It  says  to  the  mountains,  "  Depart," 

That  stand  between  God  and  the  soul  ; — 
It  binds  up  the  broken  in  heart, 

And  makes  wounded  consciences  whole  ; 
Bids  sins  of  a  crimson-like  dye 

Be  spotless  as  snow,  and  as  white  ; 
And  raises  the  sinner  on  high, 

To  dwell  with  the  angels  of  light. 

Hart 


84  RUINED  CONDITION  OF  MAN. 


THE  RUINED  CONDITION  OF  MAN. 

86.  C.  M.  Troy. 

1  Ah,  what  can  I,  a  sinner,  do, 

With  all  my  guilt  oppress'd  ? 
I  feel  the  hardness  of  my  heart, 
And  conscience  knows  no  rest. 

2  Great  God,  thy  good  and  perfect  law 

Does  all  my  life  condemn  ; 
The  secret  evils  of  my  soul 
Fill  me  with  grief  and  shame. 

3  How  many  precious  Sabbaths  gone, 

I  never  can  recall ; 
And  Oh,  what  cause  have  I  to  mourn, 
Who  misimproved  them  all ! 

4  How  long,  how  often  have  I  heard 

Of  Jesus,  and  of  heaven ; 
Yet  scarcely  listen'd  to  his  word, 
Or  pray'd  to  be  forgiven  ! 

5  Constrain  me,  Lord,  to  turn  to  thee, 

And  grant  renewing  grace  ; 
For  thou  this  flinty  heart  canst  break, 
And  thine  shall  be  the  praise.        Hyde. 


RUINED  CONDITION  OP  MAN.  85 

87.  C.  M.  China. 

1  How  helpless  guilty  nature  lies, 

Unconscious  of  its  load  ! 
The  heart  unchanged  can  never  rise, 
To  happiness  and  God. 

2  Can  aught  beneath  a  power  divine 

The  stubborn  will  subdue  ? 
'T  is  thine,  almighty  Spirit,  thine 
To  form  the  heart  anew. 

3  'T  is  thine  the  passions  to  recal, 

And  upwards  bid  them  rise  ; 
To  make  the  scales  of  error  fall 
From  reason's  darken'd  eyes  ; 

4  To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away, 

And  bid  the  sinner  live  : 

A  beam  of  heaven,  a  vital  ray, 

'T  is  thine  alone  to  give. 

5  0  change  these  wretched  hearts  of  ours, 

And  give  them  life  divine  ! 
Then  shall  our  passions  and  our  powers, 
Almighty  Lord,  be  thine.  Steele. 

8  8  •  C.  M.  Silver  Spring. 

1  How  short  and  hasty  is  our  life  ! 
How  vast  our  soul's  affairs ! 
Yet  senselessly  vain  mortals  strive- 
To  lavish  out  their  years. 


86  RUINED  CONDITION  OF  MAN. 

2  Our  days  run  thoughtlessly  along, 

Without  a  moment's  stay  ; 
Just  like  a  story  or  a  song, 
We  pass  our  lives  away. 

3  God,  from  on  high  invites  us  home  ; 

But  we  march  heedless  on ; 
And  ever  hastening  to  the  tomb, 
Stoop  downwards  as  we  run. 

4  How  we  deserve  the  deepest  hell, 

Who  slight  the  joys  above  ! 
What  chains  of  vengeance  should  we  feel, 
Who  break  such  cords  of  love  ! 

5  Draw  us,  0  God,  with  sovereign  grace, 

And  lift  our  thoughts  on  high  ; 
That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race, 
And  see  salvation  nigh.  Watts. 

g  9 .  S.  M.  Little  Marlboro. 

1  My  Saviour  bids  me  come  ; 

Ah  !  why  do  I  delay  ? 
He  calls  the  weary  sinner  home, 
And  yet  from  him  I  stay. 

2  What  is  it  keeps  me  back,j 

From  which  I  cannot  part  ? 
Which  will  not  let  the  Saviour  take 
Possession  of  my  heart  ? 


ALARMING.  87 

3  Jesus  !  the  hinderance  show, 

Which  I  have  fear'd  to  see  ; 
And  let  me  now  consent  to  know 
What  keeps  me  back  from  thee. 

4  Searcher  of  hearts,  in  mine 

Thy  saving  power  display  ; 
Into  its  darkest  corner  shine, 

And  take  the  veil  away.  Wesley. 


ALARMING. 

90.  a  P.M.  Ganges. 

The  Sinner  must  be  bom  again. 

1  Awaked  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
My  soul  in  bonds  of  guilt  I  found, 

And  knew  not  where  to  go  : 
One  solemn  truth  increased  my  pain, 
The  sinner  "  must  be  born  again," 

Or  sink  to  endless  wo. 

2  How  did  the  law  its  thunders  roll, 
While  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul, 

A  vast  oppressive  load  ! 
All  human  aid  I  saw  was  vain  ; 
The  sinner  "  must  be  born  again," 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 


88  ALARMING. 

3  I  heard  the  saints  with  rapture  tell 
How  Jesus  conquer'd  death  and  hell, 

To  bring  salvation  near  : 
Yet  would  the  dreadful  truth  remain  ; 
The  sinner  "must  be  born  again," 

Or  sink  in  black  despair. 

4  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 

The  bleeding  Saviour  pass'd  that  way, 

My  bondage  to  remove  : 
The  sinner  once  by  justice  slain, 
Now  by  his  grace  is  born  again, 

And  sings  redeeming  love.  Owen. 

01.  lis.  Delay  Not. 

Delay  Not. 

1  Delay  not,  delay  not,  0  sinner  draw  near  ! 

The  waters  of  life  are  now  flowing  for  thee, 
No  price  is  demanded,  the  Saviour  is  here, 
Redemption  is  purchased,  salvation  is  free. 

2  Delay  not,  delay  not,  why  longer  abuse 

The  love  and  compassion  of  Jesus  thy  God  ? 
A  fountain  is  open'd,  how  can'st  thou  refuse 
To  wash  and  be  cleansed  in  his  pardoning 
blood. 

3  Delay  not,  delay  not,  0  sinner,  to  come, 

For  mercy  still  lingers  and  calls  thee  to-day, 

Her  voice  is  not  heard  in  the  vale  of  the  tomb  ; 

Her  message  unheeded  will  soon  pass  away. 


ALARMING.  89 

4  Delay  not,  delay  not,  the  Spirit  of  Grace, 

Long  grieved  and  resisted,  may  take  its  sad 
flight, 
And  leave  thee  in  darkness  to  finish  thy  race, 
To  sink  in  the  vale  of  eternity's  night. 

5  Delay  not,  delay  not,  the  hour  is  at  hand — 

The  earth  shall  dissolve,  and  the  heavens 
shall  fade, 
The  dead,  small  and  great,  in  the  judgment 
shall  stand ; 
What  power,  then,  0  sinner  !  shall  lend 
thee  its  aid  !  Sp.  Songg. 

9£.  L.  M.  Windham. 

The  Broad  Road. 

1  Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 

And  thousands  walk  together  there ; 
But  wisdom  shows  a  narrow  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 

2  "Deny  thyself  and  take  thy  cross," 

Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command ; 
Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 
If  she  would  gain  this  heavenly  land. 

3  The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 

And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 

Is  but  esteem'd  almost  a  saint, 

And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 
8* 


90  ALARMING. 

4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain  ; 
Create  my  heart  entirely  new ; 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain, 

Which  false  apostates  never  knew.    Watts. 

93.  L.  M.  Holland. 

To  Day. 

1  Hasten,  0  sinner,  to  be  wise, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun ; 
The  longer  wisdom  you  despise, 
The  harder  is  she  to  be  won. 

2  Oh,  hasten,  mercy  to  implore, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morow's  sun, 
For  fear  thy  season  should  be  o'er 
Before  this  evening's  course  be  run. 

3  Hasten,  0  sinner,  to  return, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrrow's  sun, 
For  fear  thy  lamp  should  fail  to  burn 
Before  the  needful  work  is  done. 

4  Hasten,  0  sinner  to  be  blest, 

And  stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun, 
For  fear  the  curse  should  thee  arrest, 
Before  the  morrow  is  begun. 

94»  s«  M-  Aylesbury. 

Prepare  for  the  Judgment. 
1  How  will  my  heart  endure 
The  terrors  of  that  day  ; 
When  earth  and  heaven,  before  the  Judge 
Astonish'd  shrink  away ! 


ALARMING.  1)1 

2  But  ere  that  trumpet  shakes 
The  mansions  of  the  dead  ; 

Hark  !  from  the  gospel's  cheering  sound, 
What  joyful  tidings  spread  ! 

3  Ye  sinners,  seek  his  grace, 
Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear ; 

Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross, 
And  find  salvation  there. 

4  So  shall  that  curse  remove, 
By  which  the  Saviour  bled  ; 

And  the  last  awful  day  shall  pour 
His  blessings  on  your  head. 

Doddridge. 

95.  L.  M.  Windham. 

The  Dreadful  End. 

1  Lord,  what  a  thoughtless  wretch  was  I, 

To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine 
To  see  the  wicked  placed  on  high, 
In  pride  and  robes  of  honor  shine ! 

2  But  0,  their  end,  their  dreadful  end  ! 

Thy  sanctuary  taught  me  so  : 
On  slippery  rocks  I  see  them  stand, 
And  fiery  billows  roll  below. 

3  Their  fancied  joys,  how  fast  they  flee  ! 

Just  like  a  dream  when  man  awakes; 
Their  songs  of  softest  harmony 
Are  but  a  prelude  to  their  plagues. 


92  ALARMING. 

4  Now  I  esteem  their  mirth  and  wine 

Too  dear  to  purchase  with  my  blood ; 
Lord,  't  is  enough  that  thou  art  mine, 
My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  God.    watts. 

96.  L.  C.  M.  Ganges. 

The  Sinner's  Condition. 

1  Lo  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 
'Twixt  two  unbounded  seas  I  stand  ; 

Yet  how  insensible ! 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  yon  heavenly  place, 

Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 

2  Oh  God,  my  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtless  heart 

Eternal  things  impress ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight, 
And  save  me  ere  it  be  too  late  : 

Wake  me  to  righteousness. 

3  Before  me  place  in  bright  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar ; 
And  tell  me,  Lord,  shall  I  be  there, 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 

4  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here, 
With  holy  trembling,  holy  fear, 

To  make  my  calling  sure  ! 


ALARMING.  93 

Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfil, 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will, 

And  to  the  end  endure  ! 
5  Then,  Saviour,  then  my  soul  receive, 
Transported  from  this  vale,  to  live 

And  reign  with  thee  above  ; 
Where  faith  is  sweeily  lost  in  sight, 
And  hope  in  full,  supreme  delight, 

And  everlasting  love  !  Wesley. 

9  7,  S.  M.  Little  Marlboro. 

Harvest  Past. 

1  I  saw  beyond  the  tomb, 

The  awful  Judge  appear, 
Prepared  to  scan  with  strict  account, 
My  blessings  wasted  here. 

2  His  wrath  like  flaming  fire, 

Bum'd  to  the  lowest  hell — 
And  in  that  hopeless  world  of  wo 
He  bade  rny  spirit  dwell. 

3  Ye  sinners,  fear  the  Lord, 

While  yet 't  is  called  to-day  ; 
Soon  will  the  awful  voice  of  death, 
Command  your  souls  away. 

4  Soon  will  the  harvest  close — ■ 

The  summer  soon  be  o'er — 
And  soon  your  injured,  angry  God 
Will  hear  your  prayers  no  more. 

Dwight 


94  ALARMING. 

08.  C.  M.  Detroit. 

The  Judgment  Hastens. 

1  Now  is  the  time,  th'  accepted  hour, 

0  sinners,  come  away ; 
The  Saviour's  knocking  at  your  door, 
Arise,  without  delay. 

2  Oh  !  do  n't  refuse  to  give  him  room, 

Lest  Mercy  should  withdraw  : 
He  '11  then  in  robes  of  vengeance  come 
To  execute  his  law. 

3  Then  where,  poor  mortals,  will  you  be, 

If  destitute  of  grace ; 
When  you  your  injured  Judge  shall  see, 
And  stand  before  his  face  ? 

4  Oh  !  could  you  shun  that  dreadful  sight, 

How  would  you  wish  to  fly 
To  the  dark  shades  of  endless  night, 
From  that  all-searching  eye  ! 

5  The  dead,  awake,  must  all  appear, 

And  you  among  them  stand, 
Before  the  great,  impartial  bar, 
Arraign'd  at  Christ's  left  hand. 

6  Let  not  these  warnings  be  in  vain, 

But  lend  a  listening  ear ; 

Lest  you  should  meet  them  all  again, 

When  wrapp'd  in  keen  despair. 

Cowper. 


ALARMING.  95 

»?«$•  63.  7s.  Judgment. 

Judgment  Seat. 

1  0,  there  will  be  mourning 

Before  the  judgment  seat ! 
When  this  world  is  burning 

Beneath  Jehovah's  feet ! 
Friends  and  kindred  there  will  part, 

Will  part  to  meet  no  more  ! 
Wrath  will  sink  the  rebel's  heart, 

While  saints  on  high  adore  ! 

2  0,  there  will  be  mourning 

Before  the  judgment  seat ! 
When  the  trumpet's  warning 

The  sinner's  ear  shall  greet ! 
Friends  and  kindred,  &c. 

3  0,  there  will  be  mourning 

Before  the  judgment  seat ! 
When  from  dust  returning:, 

The  lost  their  doom  shall  meet. 
Friends  and  kindred,  &c. 

4  0,  there  will  be  mourning 

Before  the  judgment  seat ; 
Justice  ever  frowning, 

Shall  seal  the  sinner's  fate. 
Friends  and  kindred  there  will  part, 

Will  part  to  meet  no  more  ! 
Wrath  will  sink  the  rebel's  heart, 

While  saints  on  high  adore  !     sp. 


96  ALARMING. 

£00*  8,7,4.  Greenville. 

Prepare  for  ike   Judgment. 

1  See  the  Eternal  Judge  descending  ! 

View  him  seated  on  his  throne  ! 
Now,  poor  sinner,  now  lamenting, 
Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom- 
Trumpets  call  thee! 
Stand  and  hear  thy  awful  doom. 

2  Hear  the  cries  he  now  is  venting, 

Fill'd  with  dread  of  fiercer  pain, 
While  in  anguish  thus  lamenting 
That  he  ne'er  was  horn  again : 

Greatly  mourning 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again : 

3  "Yonder  sits  my  slighted  Saviour, 

"  With  the  marks  of  dying  love  ; 
"Oh,  that  I  had  sought  his  favor, 
"  When  I  felt  his  Spirit  move — 

"Golden  moments, 
"  When  I  felt  his  Spirit  move." 

4  Now,  despisers,  look  and  wonder  ! 

Hope  and  sinners  here  must  part : 
Louder  than  a  peal  of  thunder, 

Hear  the  dreadful-  sound,  "  Depart !" 

Lost  forever  ! 
Haar  the  dreadful  sound,  "  Depart !" 


ALARMING.  97 

10 1  •  CM.  Howard. 

Quench  not  the  Spirit. 

1  Quexch  not  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord, 

The  Holy  One  from  heaven  ; 
The  Comforter,  beloved,  adored  ; 
To  man  in  mercy  given. 

2  Quench  not  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord  ; 

"He  will  not  always  strive  :" 
0  tremble  at  that  awful  word ; 
Sinner  !  awake  and  live. 

3  Quench  not  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord, 

It  is  thy  only  hope  ; 
0  let  his  aid  be  now  implored, 
Let  prayer  by  lifted  up. 

4  Grieve  not  the  Spirit  of  the  Lord, 

Heirs  of  redeeming  grace  ; 
With  grateful  hearts  his  love  record 
Whose  presence  fills  the  place. 

Ch.  Psalmist. 

1 02.  S.  M.  Golden  Hill. 

Life  and  Death  Eternal. 

1  0  where  shall  rest  be  found — 

Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 
*T  were  vain  the  ocean's  depths  to  sound, 
Or  pierce  to  either  pole  : 

2  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh  ; 


98  ALARMING. 

'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years ; 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death,  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  : 
0  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  "  the  second  death  !" 

5  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace, 

Teach  us  that  death  to  shun, 
Lest  we  be  banish'd  from  thy  face, 
And  evermore  undone.  Montgomery. 

103.  CM.  Howard. 

Repent. 

1  Repent,  the  voice  celestial  cries, 

Nor  longer  dare  delay ; 
The  wretch  that  scorns  the  mandate  dies, 
And  meets  a  fiery  day. 

2  0  humbly  in  his  presence  bow, 

And  all  your  guilt  confess: 
Accept  the  offer'd  Saviour  now, 
Nor  trifle  with  his  grace. 

3  Bow,  ere  the  awful  trumpet  sound, 

And  call  you  to  his  bar : 


ALARMING.  99 

For  mercy  knows  the  appointed  bound, 
And  turns  to  vengeance  there. 

4  Amazing  love,  that  yet  will  call, 
And  yet  prolong  our  days  ! 
Our  hearts,  subdued  by  goodness,  fall, 
And  weep,  and  love,  and  praise. 

Doddridge. 

104.  L-  M.  Wells. 

The  Strivings  of  the  Spirit. 

1  Say,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within 

Oft  whisper'd  to  thy  secret  soul, 
Urged  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin, 
And  yield  thy  heart  to  God's  control  ? 

2  Sinner,  it  was  a  heavenly  voice, 

It  was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call, 
It  bade  thee  make  the  better  choice, 
And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 

3  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light; 

Regard  in  time  the  warning  kind ; 
That  call  thou  may'st  not  always  slight, 
And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find. 

4  God's  Spirit  will  not  always  strive 

With  harden'd,  self-destroying  man  ; 
Ye,  who  persist  his  love  to  grieve, 
May  never  hear  his  voice  again. 


100  ALARMING. 

5  Sinner,  perhaps  this  very  day 
Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be ; 
Oh,  shouldst  thou  grieve  him  now  away, 
Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee. 

Hyde. 

10*5*  7's.  Stone. 

Prepare  to  meet  thy  God. 

1  Sinner,  art  thou  still  secure  ? 

Wilt  thou  still  refuse  to  pray  ? 
Can  thy  heart  or  hand  endure 
In  the  Lord's  avenging  day  ? 

2  See,  his  mighty  arm  is  bared, 

Awful  terrors  clothe  his  brow  ! 

For  his  judgment  stand  prepared — 

Thou  must  either  break  or  bow. 

3  At  his  presence  nature  shakes, 

Earth,  affrighted,  hastes  to  flee  ; 
Solid  mountains  melt  like  wax  ; 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 

4  Who  his  advent  may  abide  ? 

You,  who  glory  in  your  shame, 
Will  you  find  a  place  to  hide 

When  the  world  is  wrapp'd  in  flame. 

5  Lord,  prepare  us  by  thy  grace, 

Soon  we  must  resign  our  breath  ; 
And  our  souls  be  call'd  to  pass 
Through  the  iron  gate  of  death. 


ALARMING.  101 

6  Let  us  now  our  day  improve, 
Listen  to  the  Gospel  voice  ; 
Seek  the  things  that  are  above  ; 
Scorn  the  world's  pretended  joys. 

Newton. 

106.  L- M.  Wells. 

Warning. 

1  Sinner,  0  why  so  thoughtless  grown  ; 

Why  in  such  dreadful  haste  to  die, 
Daring  to  leap  to  worlds  unknown, 
Heedless  against  thy  God  to  fly  ! 

2  Wilt  thou  despise  eternal  fate, 

Urged  on  by  sin's  delusive  dreams, 
Madly  attempt  th'  infernal  gate, 
And  force  thy  passage  to  the  flames  ? 

3  Stay,  sinner,  on  the  gospel  plains  ; 

Behold  the  God  of  love  unfold 
The  glories  of  his  dying  pains, 
For  ever  telling,  yet  untold !  Watts. 

107*  7s.  Stone. 

Awake  thou  that  Steepest. 

1  Sinner  !  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep, 
Wake — and  o'er  thy  folly  weep ; 
Raise  thy  spirit,  dark  and  dead, 
Jesus  waits  his  light  to  shed. 

2  Wake  from  sleep — arise  from  death — 

See  the  bright  and  living  path  : 
9* 


102  ALARMING. 

Watchful  tread  that  path— be  wise, 
Leave  thy  folly— seek  the  skies. 

3  Leave  thy  folly — cease  from  crime, 
From  this  hour  redeem  thy  time ; 
Life  secure,  without  delay, 

Evil  is  thy  mortal  day. 

4  Oh  !  then,  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep, 
Wake  !  and  o'er  thy  folly  weep  ; 
Jesus  calls  from  death  and  night, 

Jesus  waits  to  shed  his  light.  Epis.Col. 

108*  C.  P.  M.  Meribah. 

The  Warning  Voice. 

1  That  warning  voice,  0  sinner,  hear, 
And  while  salvation  lingers  near, 

The  heavenly  call  obey, 
Flee  from  destruction's  downward  path, 
Flee  from  the  threat'ning  storm  of  wrath 

That  rises  o'er  thy  way. 

2  Soon  night  comes  on  with  thick'ning  shade, 
The  tempest  hovers  o'er  thy  head, 

The  winds  their  fury  pour, 
The  light'nings  rend  the  earth  and  skies, 
The  thunders  roar,  the  flames  arise, 

What  terrors  fill  that  hour ! 

3  That  warning  voice,  0  sinner,  hear, 
Whose  accents  linger  on  thine  ear ; 

Thy  footsteps  now  retrace  : 


ALARMING.  103 

Renounce  thy  sins  and  be  forgiven, 
Believe,  become  an  heir  of  heaven, 
And  sing  redeeming  grace. 

4  Then,  while  a  voice  of  pardon  speaks, 
The  storm  is  hush'd,  the  morning  breaks, 

The  heavens  are  all  serene; 
Fresh  verdure  clothes  the  beauteous  fields, 
Joy  echoes  on  the  distant  hills, 

New  wonders  fill  the  scene. 

109.  CM.  Silver  Street. 

Prepare  for  Death. 

1  Vain  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear — 

Repent  !  thy  end  is  nigh  ! 
Death,  at  the  farthest,  can  't  be  far  ; 
Oh,  think  before  thou  die  ! 

2  Reflect — thou  hast  a  soul  to  save  : 

Thy  sins,  how  high  they  mount ! 
What  are  thy  hopes  beyond  the  grave ' 
How  stands  that  dread  account  ? 

3  Death  enters,  and  there's  no  defence  : 

His  time,  there's  none  can  tell : 
He  '11  in  a  moment  call  thee  hence, 

To  heaven — or  to  hell ! 
4  Thy  flesh,  perhaps  thy  chiefest  care, 

Shall  crawling  worms  consume  ; 
But,  ah  !  destruction  stops  not  there — 

Sin  kills  beyond  the  tomb. 


104  ALARMING. 

5  To-day  the  Gospel  calls — to-day, 
Sinners,  it  speaks  to  you  : 
Let  every  one  forsake  his  way, 
And  mercy  will  ensue.  Hart 

110*  8, 7.  Peculiar.  Monmouth. 

1  The  trumpet  sounds  !  the  day  is  come  ! 

In  glory  Christ  revealing  ; 
To  men  the  day  of  final  doom — 

Their  state  forever  sealing. 
He  comes  !  The  Son  of  man  is  here, 
Borne  on  a  cloud,  see  him  appear 

Array'd  in  robes  of  judgment ! 

2  He  speaks  ! — the  listening  skies  are  still, — 

All  eyes  on  Jesus  centre, 
While  awe  and  dread  the  bosom  fill : — 

"Come  ye,  your  kingdom  enter!" 
He  says  to  those  who  mercy  sought : 
And  then, — to  all  who  prized  it  not, — 

"Depart from  me  ye  cursed  /" 

3  0  Lord,  with  what  resistless  might 

Thy  doom  of  justice  sounded  ! 
The  sinners  who  refused  thy  right, 

Sink  down  to  Hell,  confounded  ; 
Where  meets  them  deep  unmingled  wo, — 
Ah  !  who  can  ever  save  them  now? 

All  hope  is  gone  forever ! 


ALARMING.  105 

4  But  lo  !  The  saints  ascend  on  high, 
Clothed  with  the  light  of  heaven  ; 
Their  Saviour  leads  them  through  the  sky — 

What  burst  of  joy  is  given  ! 
For  now  they  see,  with  raptured  eyes, 
That  faith  and  love  receive  the  prize, 
Through  grace  rich,  free,  abounding. 

From  the  German. 

111.  12  <fc  9.  Harvest. 

Harvest  Past. 
1  When  the  harvest  is  past,  and  the  summer  is 
gone; 
And  sermons  and  prayers  shall  be  o'er ; 
When  the  beams  cease  to  break  of  the  sweet 
Sabbath  morn, 
And  Jesus  invites  thee  no  more  ;        [blow, 
When  the  rich  gales  of  mercy  no  longer  shall 
The  gospel  no  message  declare  ;     [of  woe  ! 
Sinner,  how  canst  thou  bear  the  deep  wailings 
How  suffer  the  night  of  despair  ! 

2  When  the  holy  have  gone  to  the  regions  of  peace 

To  dwell  in  the  mansions  above ; 
When  their  harmony  wakes  in  the  fullness  of 

Their  song  to  the  Saviour  they  love ;    [bliss, 
Say,0  Sinner  that  livest  at  rest  and  secure, 

Who  fearest  no  trouble  to  come, 
Can  thy  spirit  the  swellings  of  sorrow  endure 

Or  bear  the  impenitent's  doom !     Sp.  Songs. 


106  INVITING. 


INVITING. 

IIS.  6s.  &4s.  Chcldonsin. 

Encouragement  to  Submission. 

1  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Fill'd  with  dismay, 
Wait  not  for  to-morrow, 

Yield  thee  to-day ; 
Heaven  bids  thee  come, 
While  yet  there's  room, 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Hear  and  obey. 

2  Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Why  wilt  thou  die  ? 
Come,  while  thou  canst  borrow, 

Help  from  on  high  : 
Grieve  not  that  love, 
Which  from  above — 
Child  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Would  bring  thee  nigh. 

Sp.  Songs. 

113.  L- M.  Dresden. 

Christ' 's  Invitation. 

1  "Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls, 

"  Ye  heavy-laden  sinners,  come  : 

"I  '11  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils, 

"  And  raise  you  to  my  heavenly  home. 


INVITING.  107 

2  "They  shall  find  rest  that  learn  of  me: 

11  I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  : 
"But  passion  rages  like  the  sea, 
"And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 

3  "Bless'd  is  the  man  whose  shoulders  take 

"  .My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight ; 
"My  yoke  is  easy  to  his  neck, 

"  iMy  grace  shall  make  the  burden  light." 

4  Jesus,  we  come  at  thy  command, 

With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal; 
Resign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand, 

To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 

Watte. 

111.  CM.  Chelmsford. 

The  Important  Resolution. 

1  Come,  trembling  sinner,  in  whose  breast 

A  thousand  thoughts  revolve  : 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and  fear  oppress'd, 
And  make  this  last  resolve  : 

2  "  I  '11  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

"Hath  like  a  mountain  rose  ; 
"  I  know  his  courts,  I  '11  enter  in, 
"  Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  "  Prostrate  I  '11  lie  before  his  throne, 

"And  there  my  guilt  confess; 

"I  '11  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone 

"Without  his  sovereign  grace. 


108  INVITING, 

4  "I'll  to  the  gracious  King  approach, 

"Whose  sceptre  pardon  gives; 
"Perhaps  he  ma)r  command  my  touch, 
"And  then  the  suppliant  lives. 

5  "  Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea, 

"Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer; 
"But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray, 
"And  perish  only  there. 

6  "  I  can  hut  perish  if  I  go, 

"lam  resolved  to  try  ; 
"For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
"I  must  for  ever  die."  Jones. 

115.  8,7,4.  Fount. 

Come  to   Christ. 

1  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden, 

Lost  and  ruin'd  by  the  fall ; 

If  you  tarry  till  you  're  better, 

You  will  never  come  at  all : 

Not  the  righteous — 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 

2  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream; 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth, 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him : 

This  he  gives  you — 
'T  is  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 


INVITING.  109 

3  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  !  your  Maker  prostrate  lies  ! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him  ; 
Hear  him  cry,  before  he  dies, 

"It  is  finished  .•" 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 

4  Lo  !  the  incarnate  God  ascended, 

Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  ; 
Venture  on  him,  venture  wholly, 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude : 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good.  Hart 

11G«  CM.  Howard. 

Yet  there  is  Room. 

1  Come,  sinner,  to  the  gospel  feast; 

0,  come  without  delay  ; 
For  there  is  room  in  Jesus'  breast 
For  all  who  will  obey. 

2  There  's  room  in  God's  eternal  love 

To  save  thy  precious  soul ; 
Room  in  the  Spirit's  grace  above 
To  heal  and  make  thee  whole. 

3  There  's  room  within  the  church,  redeem'd 

With  blood  of  Christ  divine  ; 
10 


110  INVITING. 

Room  in  the  white -robed  throng,  convened, 
For  that  dear  soul  of  thine. 

4  There  's  room  in  heaven  among  the  choir 

And  harps  and  crowns  of  gold, 
And  glorious  palms  of  victory  there, 
And  joys  that  ne'er  were  told. 

5  There  's  room  around  thy  Father's  board 

For  thee  and  thousands  more : 
0,  come  and  welcome  to  the  Lord ; 
Yea,  come  this  very  hour. 

Huntingdon's  Col. 

1  1  Y  9  S.  M.  Silver  Street. 

Salvation  by  Grace. 

1  Grace  !  't  is  a  charming  sound, 

Harmonious  to  the  ear  ? 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 
And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contrived  the  way 

To  save  rebellious  man  ; 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 

3  Grace  led  my  roving  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road  ; 
And  new  supplies  each  hour  I  meet 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 


INVITING.  1 1  1 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 
Through  everlasting  days ; 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise.    Doddridge. 

118»  8, 7, 4.  Greenville. 

Mercy's  Voice. 

1  Hear,  0  sinner!  mercy  hails  you, 

Now  with  sweetest  voice  she  calls  ; 
Bids  you  haste  to  seek  the  Saviour, 
Ere  the  hand  of  justice  falls : 

Trust  in  Jesus — 
'T  is  the  voice  of  mercy  calls. 

2  Haste,  0  sinner,  to  the  Saviour, 

Seek  his  mercy  while  you  may; 
Soon  the  day  of  grace  is  over ; 
Soon  your  life  will  pass  away  ! 

Haste  to  Jesus — 
You  must  perish,  if  you  stay.  Reed. 

119.  CM.  Halsey. 

Encouragement  for  the  Penitent. 

1  How  oft,  alas  !  this  wretched  heart 

Has  wander'd  from  the  Lord  ! 
How  oft  my  roving  thoughts  depart, 
Forgetful  of  his  word. 

2  Yet  sovereign  mercy  calls,  "Return:" 

Dear  Lord,  and  may  I  come  ? 
My  vile  ingratitude  I  mourn ; 
Oh  take  the  wanderer  home. 


112  INVITING. 

3  And  canst  thou,  wilt  thou  yet  forgive, 

And  bid  my  crimes  remove  ? 
And  shall  a  pardon'd  rebel  live 
To  speak  thy  wondrous  love  ? 

4  Almighty  grace,  thy  healing  power, 

How  glorious,  how  divine  ! 
That  can  to  life  and  bliss  restore 
So  vile  a  heart  as  mine. 

5  Thy  pardoning  love,  so  free,  so  sweet, 

Dear  Saviour,  I  adore ; 
Oh  keep  me  at  thy  sacred  feet, 

And  let  me  rove  no  more.  Steele. 

120*  CM.  Coronation. 

Invitation  to  All. 

1  Let  every  mortal  ear  attend, 

And  every  heart  rejoice  ! 
The  trumpet  of  the  Gospel  sounds, 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho  !  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls, 

Who  feed  upon  the  wind, 
And  vainly  strive,  with  earthly  toys, 
To  fill  an  empty  mind  ; 

3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepared 

A  soul-reviving  feast ; 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 


INVITING.  113 

4  Ho  !  ye  who  pant  for  living  streams, 

And  pine  away  and  die  ; 
Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  thirst 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

5  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 

Stand  open  night  and  day ; 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away.        watts. 

121.  L.M.  Wells. 

Life  a  Day  of  Grace. 

1  Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord, 
The  time  t'  insure  the  great  reward ; 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

2  Life  is  the  hour  that  God  has  given 
To  escape  from  hell  and  fly  to  heaven; 
The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may 
Secure  the  blessings  of  the  day. 

3  The  living  know  that  they  must  die, 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie  ; 

Their  memory  and  their  sense  is  gone, 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 

4  Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands  with  all  your  might  pursue: 
Since  no  device  nor  work  is  found, 

Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 
10* 


114  INVITING. 

5  There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  pass'd 
In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  haste ; 
But  darkness,  death  and  long  despair 
Reign  in  eternal  silence  there.  Watts. 

1*1*5,  7s.  Marty  n. 

Expostulation. 

1  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ! 
God  your  Maker  asks  you  why ; 
God  who  did  your  heing  give, 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live : 
He  the  fatal  cause  demands, 
Asks  the  work  of  his  own  hands ; 
Why,  ye  thankless  creatures,  why 
Will  ye  cross  his  love,  and  die  ? 

2  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God  your  Saviour  asks  you  why ; 
He  who  did  your  souls  retrieve, 
Died  himself  that  ye  might  live ; 
Will  ye  let  him  die  in  vain  ? 
Crucify  your  Lord  again  ? 
Why,  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace,  and  die  ? 

3  Sinners,  turn,  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God  the  Spirit  asks  you  why  ; 

He  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Woo'd  you  to  embrace  his  love  ; 


INVITING.  115 

Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive? 

Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live  ? 

Why,  ye  long-sought  sinners,  why 

Will  ye  grieve  your  God  and  die  ?    Wesley. 

*~«*.  8,7,4.  Grecnvilk. 

Sinners  entreated  to  Hear. 

1  Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message 

Sent  in  mercy  from  above  ? 

Every  sentence,  0  how  tender  ! 

Every  line  is  full  of  love  : 

Listen  to  it — 
Every  line  is  full  of  love  : 

2  Hear  the  heralds  of  the  Gospel, 

News  from  Zion's  King  proclaim, 
To  each  rebel  sinner,  «  Pardon, 
"Free  forgiveness  in  his  name  :" 

How  important ! 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name  ! 

3  Tempted  souls,  they  bring  you  succor, 

Fearful  hearts,  they  quell  your  fear's ; 
And  with  news  of  consolation, 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears  : 

Tender  heralds — 
Chase  away  the  falling  tears. 

4  False  professors,  grovelling  worldlings, 

Callous  hearers  of  the  word, 


116  INVITING. 

While  the  messengers  address  you, 
Take  the  warnings  they  afford  : 

We  entreat  you, 
Take  the  warnings  they  afford. 

5  Who  hath  our  report  believed  ? 

Who  received  the  joyful  word  ? 
Who  embraced  the  news  of  pardon, 
Offer'd  to  you  by  the  Lord  ? 

Can  you  slight  it — 
Offer'd  to  you  by  the  Lord  ? 

6  0,  ye  angels  hovering  round  us, 

Waiting  spirits,  speed  your  way  ; 
Hasten  to  the  court  of  heaven, 
Tidings  bear  without  delay  ; 

Rebel  sinners 
Glad  the  message  will  obey.  Allen. 

134L»  Us.  New  Bath. 

Expostulation. 

1  0  turn  ye,  0  turn  ye,  for  why  will  ye  die  ? 
When  God  in  great  mercy  is  coming  so  nigh  : 
Now  Jesus  invites  you,  the  Spirit  says  come, 
And  angels  are  waiting  to  welcome  you  home. 

2  If  sin  is  your  burden,  why  will  you  delay  ? 
'T  is  you  he  bids  welcome,  he  bids  you  to-day: 
Come  wretched,  come  starving,  come  just  as 

you  are, — 
Shall  Jesus  in  vain  such  a  banquet  prepare  ? 


INVITING.  117 

3  In  riches  or  pleasures  what  can  you  obtain, 
To  soothe  your  afflictions  or  banish  your  pain  ? 
To  bear  up  your  spirit  when  summon'd  to  die, 
Or  give  you  a  promise  of  glory  on  high  ? 

4  Come  now  while  he  's  willing  your  souls  to 

receive, 
And  give  you  free  pardon,  if  you  will  believe, 
If  still  you  are  doubting,  make  trial  and  see, 
And  prove  that  his  mercy  is  boundless  and  free. 

5  Come,  give  us  your  hand,  and  the  Saviour  your 

heart, 
And,  led  by  the  Spirit,  we  never  shall  part, 
Oh  how  can  we  leave  you,  why  will  you  not 

come, 
And  drink  of  salvation  while  yet  there  is  room  ? 

12d,  S.M.  Kentucky. 

The  Accepted  Time. 

1  Now  is  the  accepted  time, 

Now  is  the  day  of  grace ; 
Now,  sinners  come  without  delay, 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  face. 

2  Now  is  the  accepted  time, 

The  Saviour  calls  to-day; 
To-morrow  it  may  be  too  late — 
Then  why  should  you  delay  ! 


118  INVITING. 

3  Now  is  the  accepted  time, 

The  Gospel  bids  you  come  ; 

And  every  promise  in  his  word 

Declares  there  yet  is  room. 

4  Lord,  draw  reluctant  souls, 

And  feast  them  with  thy  love  ; 
Then  will  the  angels  clap  their  wings, 
And  bear  the  news  above.         Dobeii. 

126*  L.  M.  Dresden. 

Return. 

1  Return,  0  wanderer,  return, 

And  seek  an  injured  Father's  face  ; 
Those  warm  desires  that  in  thee  burn, 
Were  kindled  by  reclaiming  grace. 

2  Return,  0  wanderer,  return, 

And  seek  a  Father's  melting  heart ; 
His  pitying  eyes  thy  grief  discern, 

His  hand  shall  heal  thine  inward  smart. 

3  Return,  0  wanderer  return, 

Thy  Saviour  bids  thy  spirit  live ; 
Go  to  his  bleeding  feet  and  learn 
How  freely  Jesus  can  forgive. 

4  Return,  0  wanderer,  return 

And  wipe  away  the  falling  tear ; 
5T  is  God  who  says,  "no  longer  mourn," 
'T  is  mercy's  voice  invites  thee  near. 

Collyer. 


INVITING.  119 

127.  CM.  Bray. 

The  Gospel  adapted  to  Man. 

1  On  what  amazing  words  of  grace 

Are  in  the  gospel  found  ! 
Suited  to  every  sinner's  case, 
Who  knows  the  joyful  sound. 

2  Come  then  with  all  your  wants  and  wounds, 

Your  every  burden  bring  ; 
Here  love,  eternal  love  abounds, 
A  deep,  celestial  spring. 

3  This  spring  with  living  water  flows, 

And  living  joy  imparts  ; 
Come,  thirsty  souls,  your  wants  disclose 
And  drink  with  thankful  hearts.    Medley. 

l«o«  Balerma. 

The  Gospel  suited  to  our  case. 

1  Salvation,  what  a  glorious  plan, 

How  suited  to  our  needs  ; 
The  grace  that  raises  fallen  man, 
Oar  highest  praise  exceeds. 

2  'T  was  wisdom  form'd  the  vast  design, 

To  ransom  us  when  lost ; 
And  love's  unfathomable  mine, 
Provided  all  the  cost. 

3  Truth,  wisdom,  justice,  power  and  love, 

Are  equally  display'd  ; 
Now  Jesus  reigns  enthroned  above, 
Our  Advocate  and  Head. 


120  INVITING. 

4  Now  sin  appears  deserving  death, 
Most  hateful  and  abhor'd ; 
And  yet  the  sinner  lives  by  faith, 
And  dares  approach  the  Lord. 

Alexander's  Coll. 

129*  H.  M.  Broumville. 

Yet  there  is  Room. 

1  Ye  dying  sons  of  men, 

Immerged  in  sin  and  wo, 
The  Gospel's  voice  attend, 

Its  message  is  to  you  : 
Ye  perishing,  and  guilty,  come, 
In  Jesus'  arms  there  yet  is  room. 

2  No  longer  now  delay  ; 

Nor  vain  excuses  frame  ; 
He  bids  you  come  to-day, 

Though  poor,  and  blind,  and  lame  : 
All  things  are  ready,  sinners,  come  ! 
For  every  trembling  soul  there's  room. 

3  Compell'd  by  bleeding  love, 

Ye  wandering  souls  draw  near ; 
Christ  calls  you  from  above — 

His  charming  accents  hear  ! 
Let  whosoever  will,  now  come ; 
In  mercy's  arms  there  still  is  room. 

Boden. 


INVITING. 


121 


130.  6,4.  To-Day. 

The  Sinner  called. 

1  To-Day  the  Saviour  calls  : 

Ye  wanderers,  come ; 
0  ye  benighted  souls, 
Why  longer  roam  ? 

2  To-day  the  Saviour  calls  : 

0,  hear  him  now ; 
Within  these  sacred  walls 
To  Jesus  bow. 

3  To-day  the  Saviour  calls  : 

For  refuge  fly ; 
The  storm  of  justice  falls, 
And  death  is  nigh. 

4  The  Spirit  calls  to-day  : 

Yield  to  his  power  : 
0,  grieve  him  not  away ; 

'T  is  mercy's  hour.  gp,  Songs, 

13 1  •  L.J!  Windham. 

Life  the  only  accepted  Time. 

1  While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light, 

Mercy  is  found  and  peace  is  given; 
But  soon,  ah  soon!  approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 

2  While  God  invites,  how  bless'd  the  day ! 

How  sweet  the  Gospel's  charming  sound  ! 
11 


122  INVITING. 

Come,  sinners,  haste,  Oh  haste  away, 
While  yet  a  pardoning  God  is  found. 

3  Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing, 

Shall  death  command  you  to  the  grave ; 
Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring, 
And  none  be  found  to  hear,  or  save. 

4  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair, 

No  Sabbath's  heavenly  light  shall  rise  ; 
No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer, 
Nor  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies. 

Dwight. 

!&?£•  CM.  Azmon 

Word  of  God  a  Voice,  of  Mercy. 

1  There  is  a  voice  of  sovereign  grace 

Sounds  from  the  sacred  word ; 
"  Ho  !  ye  despairing  sinners,  come, 
And  trust  upon  the  Lord." 

2  My  soul  obeys  th'  Almighty  call, 

And  runs  to  this  relief  ; 
I  would  believe  thy  promise,  Lord, 
Oh  !  help  my  unbelief. 

3  To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  blood, 

Incarnate  God,  I  fly ; 
Here  let  me  wash  my  guilty  soul 
From  crimes  of  deepest  dye. 


INVITING.  123 

4  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm 
On  thy  kind  arms  I  fall ; 
Be  thou  my  strength  and  righteousness, 
My  Jesus,  and  my  all !  Watts. 

133*  CM.  Troy. 

Yet  there  is  Room. 

1  Ye  wretched,  hungry,  starving  poor, 

Behold  a  royal  feast ! 
Where  mercy  spreads  her  bounteous  store 
For  every  humble  guest. 

2  See,  Jesus  stands  with  open  arms  ; 

He  calls,  he  bids  you  come ; 
Guilt  holds  you  back,  and  fear  alarms  ; 
But  see,  there  yet  is  room; 

3  Room  in  the  Saviour's  bleeding  heart ; 

There  love  and  pity  meet ; 

Nor  will  he  bid  the  soul  depart 

That  trembles  at  his  feet. 

4  In  him  the  Father  reconciled, 

Invites  your  souls  to  come ; 
The  rebel  shall  be  called  a  child, 
And  kindly  welcomed  home.         Steele. 


124  CONVICTION. 


CONVICTION. 

134*  C.  M.  Chelmsford. 

Conviction  by  the  Laic. 

1  Lord,  how  secure  my  conscience  was, 

And  felt  no  inward  dread  ! 
I  was  alive  without  the  law, 
And  thought  my  sins  were  dead. 

2  My  hopes  of  heaven  were  firm  and  bright; 

But  since  the  precept  came, 
With  a  convincing  power  and  light, 
I  find  how  vile  I  am. 

3  (My  guilt  appear'd  but  small  before, 

Till  terribly  I  saw 
How  perfect,  holy,  just,  and  pure, 
Is  thine  eternal  law. 

4  Then  felt  my  soul  the  heavy  load, 

My  sins  revived  again  ; 
I  had  provoked  a  dreadful  God, 
And  all  my  hopes  were  slain.) 

5  I'm  like  a  helpless  captive,  sold 

Under  the  power  of  sin  ; 
I  cannot  do  the  good  I  would, 
Nor  keep  my  conscience  clean. 


CONVICTION.  125 

G  My  God,  I  cry  with  every  breath, 
Foi  some  kind  power  to  save  ; 
To  break  the  yoke  of  sin  and  death, 
And  thus  redeem  the  slave.  Watts. 

ISO.  C  M.  Halsty. 

A  Penitent  Spirit. 

1  0  God  of  mercy,  hear  my  call, 

My  load  of  guilt  remove  ; 
Break  down  this  separating  wall, 
That  bars  me  from  thy  love. 

2  Give  me  the  presence  of  thy  grace  ; 

Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 
Shail  speak  aloud  thy  righteousness, 
And  make  thy  praise  my  song. 

3  No  blood  of  goats,  nor  heifer  slain, 

For  sin  could  e'er  atone  : 
The  death  of  Christ  shall  still  remain 
Sufficient  and  alone. 

4  A  soul  oppress'd  with  sin's  desert, 

My  God  will  ne'er  despise; 
A  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart, 
Is  our  best  sacrifice.  Watts. 

136.  CM.  Halsty. 

A   Contrite  Sjnrit. 
1  0  Thou,  whose  tender  mercy  hears 
Contrition's  humble  sigh ; 
"Whose  hand,  indulgent,  wipes  the  tears 

From  sorrow's  weeping  eye, 
11* 


126  CONVICTION. 

2  See,  low  before  thy  throne  of  grace, 

A  wretched  wanderer  mourn ; 
Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face  ? 
Hast  thou  not  said,  "  Eeturn  ?" 

3  And  shall  my  guilty  fears  prevail 

To  drive  me  from  thy  feet  ? 
Oh,  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 
This  only  safe  retreat ! 

4  Oh,  shine  on  this  benighted  heart, 

With  beams  of  mercy  shine  ! 
And  let  thy  healing  voice  impart 
A  taste  of  joys  divine.  Steele. 

137.  S.  M.  Boylston. 

Conviction  of  Sin. 

1  0  Lord,  how  vile  am  I, 

Unholy  and  unclean  ! 
How  can  I  dare  to  venture  nigh 
With  such  a  load  of  sin  ! 

2  Is  this  polluted  heart 

A  dwelling  fit  for  thee  ? 
Swarming,  alas  !  in  every  part, 
What  evils  do  I  see ! 

3  If  I  attempt  to  pray, 

And  raise  my  soul  on  high, 
My  thoughts  are  hurried  fast  away, 
For  sin  is  ever  nigh. 


THE    CONVERT.  127 

•1  If  in  thy  word  I  look, 

Such  darkness  fills  my  mind, 
I  only  read  a  sealed  book, 
But  no  relief  can  find. 

5  Thy  gospel  oft  I  hear 

But  hear  it  still  in  vain  : 
Without  desire,  or  love,  or  fear, 
Harden'd  I  still  remain. 

6  And  must  I  then  indeed 

Sink  in  despair  and  die  ? 
Fain  would  I  hope  that  thou  didst  bleed 
For  such  a  wretch  as  I.  Newton. 


THE  CONVERT. 

1  «*  8  •  8,  7.  Bartimeus, 

Bartimeus. 

1  "Mercy,  0  thou  Son  of  David  !" 

Thus  blind  Bartimeus  pray'd; 

"  Others  by  thy  word  are  saved, 

"Now  to  me  afford  thine  aid." 

2  Many  for  his  crying  chid  him, 

But  he  call'd  the  louder  still ; 
Till  the  gracious  Saviour  bid  him, 
"  Come,  and  ask  me  what  you  will 


128  THE  CONVERT. 

3  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 

Though  by  begging  used  to  live  ; 
But  he  ask'd,  and  Jesus  granted 
Alms  which  none  but  he  could  give  : 

4  "Lord,  remove  this  grievous  blindness, 

"Let  my  eyes  behold  the  day;" 
Straight  he  saw,  and,  won  by  kindness, 
Follow'd  Jesus  in  the  way. 

5  Oh  !  methinks  I  hear  him  praising, 

Publishing  to  all  around, 
"Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazing? 
"  What  a  Saviour  I  have  found ! 

6  "Oh  !  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him, 

"And  would  be  advised  by  me  ! 
"  Surely  they  would  hasten  to  him, 
"He  would  cause  them  all  to  see." 

Newton. 

130#  L.  M.  Hebron. 

The  Hapjjy  Choice. 

1  0  Happy  day,  that  fixed  my  choice, 
On  thee,  my  Saviour,  and  my  God  ! 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

2  0  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows 
To  him,  who  merits  all  my  love  ! 
Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  his  house, 
While  to  that  sacred  shrine  I  move. 


THE    CONVERT.  129 

3.  'T  is  done  : — the  great  transaction's  done  ; 
I  am  my  Lord's,  and  he  is  mine  : 
He  drew  me — and  I  follow'd  on — 
Charm'd  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 

4  Now  rest,  my  long-divided  heart, 
Fix'd  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest; 
With  ashes  who  would  grudge  to  part, 
When  called  on  angels'  bread  to  feast  ? 

5  High  heaven,  that  heard  the  solemn  vow, 
That  vow  renew'd  shall  daily  hear  : 

Till  in  life's  latest  hour  I  bow, 
And  bless  in  death  a  bond  so  dear. 

Doddridge. 
140.  C.  M.  Athens. 

1  When  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name, 

And  changed  my  mournful  state, 
My  rapture  seem'd  a  pleasing  dream, 
The  grace  appear'd  so  great. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 

And  did  thy  hand  confess; 
My  tongue  broke  out  in  unknown  strains, 
And  sung  surprising  grace. 

3  Great  is  the  work  ! — my  neighbors  cried, 

And  own'd  thy  power  divine ; 
Great  is  the  work  ! — my  heart  replied, 
And  be  the  glory  thine. 


130  THE    CONVERT. 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night; 
Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

5  Let  those  that  sow  in  sadness  wait 

Till  the  fair  harvest  come  ; 
They  shall  confess  their  sheaves  are  great, 
And  shout  the  blessings  home.      Watt3. 

141.  5,  6,  9.  Salem. 

1  How  happy  are  they 
Who  the  Saviour  obey, 

And  have  laid  up  their  treasure  above  ! 
Oh,  what  tongue  can  express 
The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 

Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love  ! 

2  'T  was  a  heaven  below 
My  Redeemer  to  know, 

And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  lover  of  sinners  adore. 

3  Then,  all  the  day  long, 
Was  my  Jesus  my  song, 

And  redemption  through  faith  in  his  name ; 

Oh,  that  all  might  believe, 

And  salvation  receive, 
And  their  song  and  their  joy  be  the  same. 


THE  CONVERT.  131 

143.  L.  M.  Ta!l-s. 

Example  of  Paul. 

1  "What,  Lord,  wouldst  thou  have  me  to  do.:" 

The  humbled  Saul  to  Jesus  said, 
And,  of  the  Spirit  born  anew, 
His  Saviour's  pleasure  he  obey'd. 

2  When  first  he  loved,  to  him  was  shown 

What  he  must  bear  for  Jesus'  name  ; 
It  fired  his  zeal  the  Lord  to  own, 
And  for  his  sake  to  suffer  shame. 

3  He  ever  lived,  with  purpose  high — 

To  live  for  Christ  while  life  was  given : 
Content  to  live, — more  pleased  to  die, 
That  he  might  live  with  Christ  in  heaven. 

4  And  may  such  love  our  hearts  constrain, 

That  for  his  glory  we  may  live 
Who  died  for  all,— and  rose  again 
His  saints  an  endless  life  to  give. 

11: 3.  C.  M.  Azmon. 

1  What  shall  I  render  to  my  God 

For  all  his  kindness  shown  ? 
My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode, 
My  songs  address  thy  throne. 

2  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever-blessed  God  ! 
How  dear  thy  servants  in  thy  sight ! 
How  precious  is  their  blood  ' 


132  THE  CONVERT. 

3  How  happy  all  thy  servants  are ! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 
My  life,  which  thou  hast  made  thy  care, 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

4  Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 

Nor  shall  my  purpose  move  ; 
Thy  hand  has  loosed  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love.        Watts. 

144*  CM.  Chelmsford. 

1  Witness,  ye  men  and  angels,  now 

Before  the  Lord  we  speak ; 
To  him  we  make  our  solemn  vow 
A  vow  we  dare  not  break : 

2  That,  long  as  life  itself  shall  last, 

Ourselves  to  Christ  we  yield ; 
Nor  from  his  cause  will  we  depart, 
Or  ever  quit  the  field. 

3  We  trust  not  in  our  native  strength, 

But  on  his  grace  rely, 
That,  with  returning  wants,  the  Lord 
Will  all  our  need  supply. 

4  Lord,  guide  our  doubtful  feet  aright, 

And  keep  us  in  thy  ways  ; 
And,  while  we  turn  our  vows  to  prayers, 
Turn  thou  our  prayers  to  praise. 


THE  REVIVAL.  133 


THE  REVIVAL. 


145 


H.  M.  Lenox. 

The  Jubilee. 

1  Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 
The  gladly  solemn  sound  ! 
Let  all  the  nations  know 
To  earth's  remotest  bound  ; 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return  ye  ransom'd  sinners,  home. 

2  Exalt  the  Lamb  of  God, 
The  sin-atoning  Lamb  ; 
Redemption  by  his  blood, 
Through  all  the  lands  proclaim  ; 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come,  &c. 

3  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 
Your  liberty  receive; 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell, 
And  blest  in  Jesus  live. 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come,  &c. 

4  The  gospel  trumpet  hear, 
The  news  of  pardoning  grace  ; 
Ye  happy  souls,  draw  near, 
Behold  your  Saviour's  face. 

The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come,  &c. 
12 


134  THE  REVIVAL. 

5  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 

Has  full  atonement  made  : 

Ye  weary  spirits,  rest ; 

Ye  mournful  souls  be  glad  ! 
The  year  of  Jubilee  is  come,  &c.      Topiady. 

14 II.  8s.  &7s.  Fount. 

The  Mercies  of  God  Realized. 

1  Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing, 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace ; 
Streams  of  mercy  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 

2  Teach  me  some  melodious  measure, 

Sung  by  raptured  saints  above  ; 
Fill  my  soul  with  sacred  pleasure, 
While  I  sing  redeeming  love. 

3  By  thy  hand,  sustain'd,  defended, 

Safe  through  life,  thus  far,  I  've  come  ; 
Safely,  Lord,  when  life  is  ended, 
Bring  me  to  my  heavenly  home. 

4  Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He,  to  save  my  soul  from  danger, 
Interposed  his  precious  blood. 

5  0,  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I  'm  constraint  to  be  ! 
Let  thy  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee. 


THE  REVIVAL.  135 

6  Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it; 
Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love  ; 
Here's  my  heart  ;  0,  take  and  seal  it ; 
Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above. 

Robinson. 

147',  CM.  Orionvi'dc, 

Zion  called  upon  to  Rejoice. 

1  Let  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice — 

Behold  the  promised  hour  ! 
Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
And  comes  t'  exalt  his  power. 

2  Her  dust  and  ruins  that  remain 

Are  precious  in  his  eyes: 
Those  ruins  shall  be  built  again, 
And  all  that  dust  shall  rise. 

3  The  Lord  will  raise  Jerusalem, 

And  stand  in  glory  there  : 
Nations  shall  bow  before  his  name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

4  He  sits  a  sovereign  on  his  throne, 

With  pity  in  his  eyes  ; 
He  hears  the  dying  prisoners'  groan, 
And  sees  their  sighs  arise. 

5  He  frees  the  soul  condemn'd  to  death  , 

Nor,  when  his  saints  complain, 
Shall  it  be  said  that  praying  breath 
Was  ever  spent  in  vain. 


136  THE  REVIVAL. 

6  This  shall  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 
And  left  on  long  record, 
That  ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 
And  praise,  and  trust  the  Lord.       Watte. 

1  4t  o  •  8,  7.  Love  Divine. 

The  Love  of  God  shed  abroad. 

1  Love  divine,  all  love  excelling, 

Joy  of  heaven  to  earth  come  down  ! 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling ; 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown  ; 
Jesus,  thou  art  all  compassion, 

Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art : 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation, 

Enter  ev'ry  trembling  heart. 

2  Breathe,  Oh,  breathe  thy  loving  Spirit 

Into  ev'ry  troubled  breast : 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit, 

Let  us  find  thy  promised  rest ; 
Take  away  the  love  of  sinning, 

Take  our  load  of  guilt  away ; 
End  the  work  of  thy  beginning, 

Bring  us  to  eternal  day. 

3  Carry  on  thy  new  creation, 

Pure  and  holy  may  we  be  ; 
Let  us  see  our  whole  salvation, 

Perfectly  secured  by  Thee  ; 
Change  from  glory  into  glory, 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place ; 


THE    REVIVAL.  137 

Till  wc  cast  our  crowns  before  Thee, 
Lost  in  wonder,  love  and  praise. 

Whitfield. 

1-40,  8s.  7s.  &  4.  Greenville. 

1  See,  from  Zion's  sacred  mountain, 

Streams  of  living  water  How  ; 
God  has  open'd  there  a  fountain 
That  supplies  the  plains  below : 

They  are  blessed 
Who  its  sovereign  virtues  know. 

2  Through  ten  thousand  channels  flowing, 

Streams  of  mercy  find  their  way ; 
Life,  and  health  and  joy  bestowing, 
Making  all  around  look  gay  : 

0  ye  nations, 
Hail  the  long-expected  day. 

3  Gladden'd  by  the  flowing  treasure, 

All  enriching  as  it  goes, 
Lo  !  the  desert  smiles  with  pleasure, 
Buds  and  blossoms  as  the  rose  : 

Every  object 
Sings  for  joy  where'er  it  flows. 

4  Trees  of  life,  the  banks  adorning, 

Yield  their  fruit  to  all  around ; 
Those  who  eat  are  saved  from  mourning 

Pleasure  comes,  and  hopes  abound  : 
Fair  their  portion — 
Endless  life  with  glory  crown'd.        Kellej. 


138  THE  REVIVAL. 

1*>©«  7s.  German  Ait. 

The  Little  Cloud. 

1  Saw  ye  not  the  cloud  arise, 

Little  as  the  human  hand  ! 
Now  it  spreads  along  the  skies, 
Hangs  o'er  all  the  thirst}'  land. 

2  Lo,  the  promise  of  a  shower, 

Drops  already  from  above  ; 
But  the  Lord  will  shortly  pour 
All  the  blessings  of  his  love. 

3  When  he  first  the  work  begun, 

Small  and  feeble  was  his  day ; 
Now  the  word  doth  swiftly  run, 
Now  it  wins  its  wid'ning  way. 

4  Sons  of  God,  your  Saviour  praise ; 

He  the  door  hath  open'd  wide  ; 
He  hath  given  the  word  of  grace  ; 
Jesus'  word  is  glorified. 

1  ©  1  •  L.  M.  Rockingham. 

1  While  I  to  grief  my  soul  gave  way, 

To  see  the  work  of  God  decline, 
Methought  I  heard  the  Saviour  say — ■ 
"  Dismiss  thy  fears,  the  ark  is  mine. 

2  "  Though  for  a  time  I  hid  my  face, 

Rely  upon  my  love  and  power : 
Still  wrestle  at  the  throne  of  grace 
And  wait  for  a  reviving  hour. 


THE  REVIVAL.  139 

3  "  Take  down  thy  long  neglected  harp, 

I  've  seen  thy  tears  and  heard  thy  prayer, 
The  winter  season  has  been  sharp, 
But  spring  shall  all  its  wastes  repair." 

4  Lord,  I  obey, — my  hopes  revive  ; 

Come  join  with  me,  ye  saints,  and  sing; 
Our  foes  in  vain  against  us  strive, 
For  God  will  help  and  triumph  bring. 

Newton. 

l#J*i,  C.  P.M.  Meribatk, 

Revival. 

1  The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes, 
The  spices  yield  their  rich  perfumes  ; 

The  lilies  grow  and  thrive  ; 
Refreshing  showers  of  grace  divine, 
From  Jesus  flow  to  every  vine, 

And  make  the  dead  revive. 

2  This  makes  the  dry  and  barren  ground, 
In  springs  of  water  to  abound, 

And  fruitful  soil  become  ; 
The  desert  blossoms  like  the  rose, 
When  Jesus  conquers  all  his  foes, 

And  makes  his  people  one. 

3  The  glorious  time  is  rolling  on, 
The  gracious  work  is  now  begun, 

My  soul  a  witness  is  ; 


140  TEE  CHRISTIAN. 

Come,  taste  and  see  the  pardon  free 
To  all  mankind,  as  well  as  me ; 
Who  come  to  Christ  may  live. 

4  Come,  brethren,  you  that  love  the  Lord, 
Who  taste  the  sweetness  of  his  word, 

In  Jesus'  ways  go  on  ; 
Our  trouble  and  our  trials  here, 
Will  only  make  us  richer  there, 

When  we  arrive  at  home. 


THE  CHRISTIAN. 

153.  CM. 

Faithfulness  Expected  of  Christians. 

1  Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross  ? 

A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 
Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease  ? 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize, 
And  sail'd  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace, 
To  help  me  on  to  God  ? 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  141 

4  Sure,  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign ; 

Increase  my  courage,  Lord  ; 
I  11  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain, 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  The  saints,  in  all  this  glorious  war, 

Shall  conquer  though  they  die  ; 
They  view  the  triumph  from  afar, 
With  faith's  discerning  eye.  Watts. 

1  •>  I  *  7s.  Nuremburgk. 

1  Blessed  are  the  sons  of  God ; 
They  are  bought  with  Jesus'  blood : 
They  are  ransom'd  from  the  grave ; 
Life  eternal  they  shall  have. 
With  them  number'd  may  we  he, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

2  They  are  justified  by  grace  ; 
They  enjoy  the  Saviour's  peace  ; 
All  their  sins  are  wash'd  away : 
They  shall  stand  in  God's  great  day. 
With  them  number'd  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

3  They  produce  the  fruits  of  grace ; 
In  the  works  of  right-  ous  less ; 
They  are  harmless,  r      '     and  mild, 
Holy,  humble,  undel,-1 

With  them  number'd  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 


142  THE    CHRISTIAN, 

4  They  are  lights  upon  the  earth. 
Children  of  a  heavenly  birth  ; 
One  with  God,  with  Jesus  one ; 
Glory  in  them  is  begun. 
With  them  number'd  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

155.  l.m.  mag, 

Inconstancy  Lamented. 

1  Dear  Jesus,  when,  when  shall  it  be, 
That  I  no  more  shall  break  with  thee  ? 
When  shall  this  war  of  passion  cease, 
And  I  enjoy  a  lasting  peace  ? 

2  Here  I  repent,  and  sin  again, 
Sometimes  revive,  sometimes  am  slain  ; 
Slain  with  the  same  malignant  dart, 
Which,  oh  !  too  often  wounds  my  heart. 

3  When,  gracious  Lord,  when  shall  it  be 

That  I  shall  find  my  all  in  thee 

The  fulness  of  thy  promise  prove, 
And  feast  on  thine  eternal  love  ? 

Dorrington. 

156.  83.  Auburn. 
In  Darkness. 

1  How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours 
When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see  ! 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds,  and  sweet  flow'rs, 
Have  lost  all  their  sweetness  to  me. 


THE  CHRISTIAN.  143 

3 lis  name  yields  the  richest  perfume, 
And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice; 

His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 
And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice 

2  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine, 
And  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song ; 

Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine, 
And  why  are  my  winters  so  long? 

0  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  the  sky, 
Thy  soul  cheering  presence  restore, 

Or  bid  me  soar  upward  on  high, 
Where  winter  and  storms  are  no  more. 

Newton. 

lt"5  7.  8s.  Jepthah. 

Faith  Fainting. 

1  Encompassed  with  clouds  of  distress, 

Just  ready  all  hope  to  resign, 
I  pant  for  the  light  of  thy  face, 

And  fear  it  will  never  be  mine  ; 
Dishearten'd  with  waiting  so  long, 

I  sink  at  thy  feet  with  my  load  : 
All-plaintive  I  pour  out  my  song, 

And  stretch  forth  my  hands  unto  God. 

2  If  sometimes  I  strive,  as  I  mourn, 

My  hold  on  thy  promise  to  keep, 
The  billows  more  fiercely  return, 
And  plunge  me  again  in  the  deep  : 


144  THE  CHRISTIAN. 

0  'erwhelm'd  and  cast  out  from  thy  sight, 
The  tempter  suggests  in  that  hour, 

"  The  Lord  has  forsaken  thee  quite  : 
Thy  God  will  be  gracious  no  more." 

3  Shine,  Lord,  and  my  terrors  shall  cease  ; 

The  blood  of  atonement  apply; 
And  lead  me  to  Jesus  for  peace, 

The  rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 
Almighty  to  rescue  thou  art ; 

Thy  grace  is  my  shield  and  my  tow'r ; 
0  gladden  my  desolate  heart, 

Let  this  be  the  day  of  thy  pow'r. 

Toplady. 

108«  L.M.  Illinois. 

Prayer  ansivered  by  Crosses. 
1  I  ask'd  the  Lord,  that  I  might  grow 
In  faith,  and  love,  and  every  grace ; 
Might  more  of  his  salvation  know, 
And  seek  more  earnestly  his  face. 

2  »T  was  he  who  taught  me  thus  to  pray, 

And  he,  I  trust  has  answer'd  prayer ; 
But  it  has  been  in  such  a  way 
As  almost  drove  me  to  despair. 

3  I  hoped  that  in  some  favor'd  hour 

At  once  he  'd  answer  my  request  ; 

And  by  his  love's  constraining  power,, 

Subdue  my  sins  and  give  me  rest 


THE    CHRISTIAN.  145 

4  Instead  of  this,  he  male  me  feel 

The  hidden  evils  of  my  heart, 

And  let  the  angry  powers  of  licdl 

Assault  my  soul  in  every  part. 

5  "  Lord,  why  is  this?"  I  trembling  cried, 

"  Wilt  thou  pursue  thy  worm  to  death  ? 
"  'T  is  in  this  way,"  the  Lord  replied, 
"1  answer  prayer  for  grace  and  faith  : 

6  "These  inward  trials  I  employ 

"From  self  and  pride  to  set  thee  free, 
"And  break  thy  schemes  of  earthly  joy, 
"That  thou  mayest  seek  thy  all  in  me." 

Kewton. 

150.  8>7-  Love  Divine. 

Pleading  for  Mercy. 

1  Jesus,  full  of  all  compassion, 

Hear  thy  humble  suppliant's  cry; 
Let  me  know  thy  great  salvation, — 
See,  I  languish,  faint,  and  die. 

2  Guilty,  but  with  heart  relenting, 

Overwhelm'd  with  helpless  grief — 
Prostrate  at  thy  feet  repenting, — ■ 
Send,  0  send  me  quick  relief  ! 

3  Whither  should  a  wretch  be  flying, 

But  to  him  who  comfort  gives  ? 
Whither,  from  the  dread  of  dying, 
But  to  him  who  ever  lives  ? 
13 


146  THE  CHRISTIAN. 

4  Saved — the  deed  shall  spread  new  glory- 
Through  the  shining  realms  above  ; 
Angels  sing  the  pleasing  story, 

All  enraptured  with  thy  love.        Turner. 

160.  L.  M.  IUinoia. 

Prospects  of  the  Christian. 

1  Lord,  I  am  thine — but  thou  wilt  prove 
My  faith,  my  patience,  and  my  love  ; 
When  men  of  spite  against  me  join, 
They  are  the  sword — the  hand  is  thine. 

2  Their  hope  and  portion  lie  below  ; 
'Tis  all  the  happiness  they  know  ; 

'T  is  all  they  seek — they  take  their  sharee, 
And  leave  the  rest  among  their  heirs. 

3  What  sinners  value,  I  resign  ; 
Lord,  '  t  is  enough  that  thou  art  mine  : 
I  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 

And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

4  This  life  's  a  dream — an  empty  show ; 
But  that  bright  world  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere  ; — 
When  shall  I  wake,  and  find  me  there  ? 

5  0  glorious  hour ! — 0  blest  abode  ! 
I  shall  be  near,  and  like  my  God ; 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  my  soul. 


THE  CHRISTIAN.  147 

6  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground, 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound  : 
Then  burst  the  chains,  with  glad  surprise, 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise. 

161.  S.  M.  Olncy. 

Watchfulness. 

1  My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard, 
Ten  thousand  foes  arise  ; 

And  hosts  of  sins  are  pressing  hard 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 

2  Oh,  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray  ; 
The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er ; 

Renew  it  boldly  every  day, 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  victory  won, 
Nor  lay  thy  armor  down : 

Thy  arduous  work  will  not  be  done 
Till  thou  obtain  thy  crown.         Heath. 

109*  CM.  Howard. 

The  true  Christian's  Desire. 

1  Oh,  could  I  find,  from  day  to  day, 

A  nearness  to  my  God  ! 
Then  should  my  hours  glide  sweet  away 
While  leaning  on  his  word. 

2  Lord,  I  desire  with  thee  to  live 

Anew  from  day  to  day  ; 


148  THE  CHRISTIAN. 

In  joys  the  world  can  never  give, 
Nor  ever  take  away. 

3  Blest  Jesus,  come,  and  rule  my  heart, 

And  make  me  wholly  thine, 
That  I  may  never  more  depart, 
Nor  grieve  thy  love  divine. 

4  Thus,  till  my  last,  expiring  breath, 

Thy  goodness  I  '11  adore  ; 
And  when  my  frame  dissolves  in  death, 
My  soul  shall  love  thee  more. 

m.$9q»*  7s.  NuremburgK 

Prayer  in  Darkness. 

1  Once  I  thought  my  mountain  strong, 

Firmly  fix'd,  no  more  to  move  ; 
Then  my  Saviour  was  my  song, 

Then  my  soul  was  nll'd  with  love  ; 
Those  were  happy,  golden  days, 
Sweetly  spent  in  prayer  and  praise. 

2  Little  then  myself  I  knew, 

Little  thought  of  Satan's  power; 
Now  I  feel  my  sins  anew ; 

Now  I  feel  the  stormy  hour  ! 
Sin  has  pu  my  joys  to  flight ; 
Sin  has  turn'd  my  day  to  night. 


TIIE  CHRISTIAN.  149 

3  Saviour,  shine  and  cheer  my  soul, 

Bid  my  dying  hopes  revive; 
Make  my  wounded  spirit  whole, 

Far  away  the  tempter  drive  ; 
Speak  the  word  and  set  me  free. 
Let  me  live  alone  to  thee.  Newton. 

161.  CM.  Halsey. 

Remember  Me. 

1  "  Remember  me,"  my  Saviour  God, 

Whilst  here  on  earth  I  stay  ; 
Give  strength  to  bear  affliction's  rod, 
And  faith  to  watch  and  pray. 

2  "  Remember  me,"  when  fortune  smiles, 

And  scenes  are  bright  and  fair, 
Lest  I  should  fall,  through  Satan's  wiles, 
Beneath  his  baneful  snare. 

3  "  Remember  me  ;"  thy  voice  I  '11  greet 

In  all  thy  dealings  here  ; 
0,  let  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet, 
And  I  shall  never  fear. 

4  "  Remember  me  ;"  stand  near  my  side, 

Where'er  my  lot  may  be  ; 
And  when  by  Jordan's  swelling  tide, 
0  Lord,  "  remember  me." 
13* 


150  THE    CHRISTIAN. 

1  G5>»  CM.  Halsey. 

The  true  Christian'' s  Desire. 

1  O  for  a  closer  walk  with  God  ; 

A  calm  and  heavenly  frame ; 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 

2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word  ? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoy'd  ! 

How  sweet  their  memory  still ! 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  0  holy  Dove,  return, 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast, 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne 
And  worship  only  thee. 

6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 

Calm  and  serene  my  frame ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb.  Cowper. 


TIIE  CHRISTIAN.  151 

166.  L.M.  Windham. 

Penitent  pleading  for  Pardon. 

1  Show  pity,  Lord  ;  O  Lord,  forgive ; 
Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  : 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 

2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  surpass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace : 
Great  GoJ,thy  nature  hath  no  bound, 
So  let  thy  pardoning  love  be  found. 

3  0  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 

And  make  my  guilty  conscience  clean  ; 
Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies, 
And  past  offences  pain  my  eyes. 

4  My  lips  with  shame  my  sins  confess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace  ; 
Lord,  should  ihy  judgment  grow  severe, 
I  am  condemn'd,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should  sudden  vengeance  seize  my  breath, 
I  must  pronounce  thee  just,  in  death ; 
And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 

Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 

6  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord, 

Whose  hope,  still  hovering  round  thy  word, 

Would  light  on  some  sweet  promise  there, 

Some  sure  support  against  despair. 

Watt*. 


152  the   CHRISTIAN. 

Former  Joys  Remembered, 

1  Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 

The  Saviour's  pardoning  blood 
Applied  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt, 
And  bring  me  home  to  God. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  light  reveal'd, 

His  praises  tuned  my  tongue  ; 
And  when  the  evening  shades  prevail'd, 
His  love  was  all  my  song. 

3  In  prayer  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 

And  saw  his  glory  shine ; 
And  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 
I  call'd  each  promise  mine. 

4  But  now,  when  evening  shade  prevails, 

My  soul  in  darkness  mourns  ; 
And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 
No  light  to  me  returns. 

5  My  prayers  are  now  an  empty  noise  ; 

For  Jesus  hides  his  face : 
I  read— the  promise  meets  my  eyes, 
But  will  not  reach  my  case. 

6  Rise,  Lord,  now  help  me  to  prevail, 

And  make  my  soul  thy  care  ; 
I  know  thy  mercy  cannot  fail- 
Let  me  that  mercy  share.  Newtoa< 


THE  CHRISTIAN.  153 

1  O  8  •  7s.  German.  Air. 

Self-Exa  tniiiation . 

1  'Tis  a  point  1  long  to  know, 

Oft  it  causes  anxious  thought : 
Do  I  love  the  Lord,  or  no  ? 
Am  I  his,  or  am  I  not  ? 

2  Could  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 

Prayer  a  task  and  burden  prove, 
Every  trifle  give  me  pain, 
If  I  knew  a  Saviour's  love  ? 

3  If  I  pray,  or  hear,  or  read, 

Sin  is  mix'd  with  all  I  do  : 

You  who  love  the  Lord  indeed, 

Tell  me,  is  it  so  with  you  ? 

4  Yet  I  mourn  my  stubborn  will, 

Find  my  sin  a  grief  and  thrall ; 
Should  I  grieve  for  what  I  feel, 
If  I  did  not  love  at  all  ? 

5  Could  I  joy  his  saints  to  meet ; 

Choose  the  ways  I  once  abhorr'd ; 
Find  at  times,  the  promise  sweet, 
If  I  did  not  love  the  Lord  ? 

6  Lord,  decide  the  doubtful  case  ! 

Thou  who  art  thy  people's  Sun, 
Shine  upon  the  work  of  grace, 
If  it  be  indeed  begun. 


154  THE    CHRISTIAN. 

7  Let  me  love  thee  more  and  more, 
If  I  love  at  all,  I  pray  : 
If  I  have  not  loved  before, 
Help  me  to  begin  to-day.  Newton. 

*  69»  H.  M.  Bethesd*. 

Safety  of  the  Christian. 
1  Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes, 
From  God  is  all  my  aid  ; 
The  God  who  built  the  skies, 
And  earth  and  nature  made  : 
God  is  the  tower 
To  which  I  fly ; 
His  grace  is  nigh 
In  every  hour. 

2  My  feet  shall  never  slide, 
And  fall  in  fatal  snares : 
Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide, 
Defends  me  from  my  fears. 

Those  wakeful  eyes 

That  never  sleep, 

Shall  Israel  keep 

When  dangers  rise. 

2  No  burning  heats  by  day, 
Nor  blasts  of  evening  air, 
Shall  take  my  health  away, 
If  God  be  with  me  there  : 


THE  CHRISTIAN.  155 

Thou  art  my  sun, 
And  thou  my  shade, 
To  guard  my  head 
By  night  or  noon. 

4  Hast  thou  not  given  thy  word, 
To  save  my  soul  from  death  ? 
And  I  can  trust  my  Lord 
To  keep  my  mortal  breath  : 

I  '11  go  and  come, 

Nor  fear  to  die, 

Till  from  on  high, 

Thou  call  me  home.  Watts. 

1  70.  CM.  Ortonville. 

A  good  Hope. 

1  When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  hellish  darts  be  hurl'd, 

Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 

And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge,  come, 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ; 
May  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all; 


156  THE  CHRISTIAN. 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 
In  seas  of  heavenly  rest ; 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 

Across  my  peaceful  breast.  Watts. 

I  7  I  •  CM.  Ortonville. 

Christian  Action. 

1  Once,  slaves  of  sin,  We  toil'd  to  win 

Our  share  of  endless  wo : 
Redeem'd  with  blood  To  live  for  God, 
Have  we  no  work  to  do  ? 

2  Forbid  it  Lord,  Thy  grace  afford, 

That  we  may  do  thy  will : 
And  while  we  strive  For  thee  to  live, 
Be  thine  the  glory  still. 

3  And  when,  by  grace,  We  take  our  place 

With  the  redeem'd  in  heav'n  ; 
Untiring  praise  To  Hun  we  '11  raise 
By  whom  the  grace  is  giv'n. 

1  7S2.  C.  M.  Howard. 

Obligations  to  Jesus. 

1  Vain  were  my  struggles,  vain  my  tears, 

My  sins — a  weary  load  ; 
My  bleeding  Saviour  still'd  my  fears, 
And  show'd  a  smiling  God. 

2  And  would  I  spurn  his  easy  yoke 

Who  bore  avenging  wrath, — . 


THE  CHRISTIAN.  157 

For  me  the  chains  of  Satan  broke, 
And  saved  my  soul  from  death  ? 

3  No,  never,  Lord  !— in  earth's  despite, 
By  grace  I  '11  serve  thee  still ; 
Thy  glory  ever  keep  in  sight, 
And  aim  to  do  thy  will. 

173.  C.M,  Silver  Spring. 

Sin  Lamented. 

1  With  tears  of  anguish  I  lament, 

Here  at  thy  feet,  my  God, 
My  passion,  pride  and  discontent, 
And  vile  ingratitude. 

2  Sure  there  was  ne'er  a  heart  so  base, 

So  false  as  mine  has  been ; 
So  faithless  to  its  promises, 
So  prone  to  every  sin. 

3  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  shall  I  feel 

These  struggles  in  my  breast? 
When  wilt  thou  bow  my  stubborn  will 
And  give  my  conscience  rest  ? 

4  Break,  sovereign  grace,  0  break  the  charm, 

And  set  the  captive  free; 
Reveal,  Almighty  God,  thine  arm, 

And  haste  to  rescue  me.  Stemett 

14 


158  WORSHIP. 


WORSHIP. 

1  74.  L.  M.  Wells. 

Pleasure  in  Religious  Worship. 

1  Far  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  be  gone, 
Let  my  religious  hours  alone  : 

Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  see ; — 
I  wait  a  visit,  Lord,  from  thee  ! 

2  My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindles  with  a  pure  desire  : 
Come,  my  dear  Jesus,  from  above, 
And  feed  my  soul  with  heavenly  love. 

3  Bless'd  Jesus,  what  delicious  fare ! 
How  sweet  thine  entertainments  are  ! 
Never  did  angels  taste  above, 
Redeeming  grace,  and  dying  love.         Watts. 

17«5.  S.M.  Green  Street. 

Delight  in  Worship. 

1  How  sweet  to  bless  the  Lord, 

And  in  his  praises  join, 
With  saints  his  goodness  to  record, 
And  sing  his  power  divine  ! 

2  These  seasons  of  delight 

The  dawn  of  glory  seem, 
Like  rays  of  pure,  celestial  light, 
Which  on  our  spirits  beam. 


WORSHIP.  1 59 

3  0,  blest  assurance  this  ; 

Bright  morn  of  heavenly  day  ; 
Sweet  foretaste  of  eternal  bliss, 
That  cheers  the  pilgrim's  way. 

4  Thus  may  our  joys  increase, 

Our  love  more  ardent  grow, 
While  rich  supplies  of  Jesus'  grace 
Refresh  our  souls  below. 

5  But,  0,  the  bliss  sublime, 

When  joy  shall  be  complete, 
In  that  unclouded,  glorious  clime 
Where  all  thy  servants  meet ! 

6  Then  shall  the  ransom'd  throng 

The  Saviour's  love  record, 

And  shout  in  everlasting  song, 

"  Salvation  to  the  Lord!" 

Urwick's  Coll. 

170*  CM.  Balerma. 

Worship  the  employment  of  Life. 

1  Whilst  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power, 

Be  my  vain  wishes  still'd  ; 

And  may  this  consecrated  hour 

With  better  hopes  be  fill'd. 

2  Thy  love  the  power  of  thought  bestow'd, 

To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar : 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flow'd; 
That  mercy  I  adore. 


1(50  WORSHIP. 

3  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  see  ! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  most  dear, 
Because  conferr'd  by  thee. 

4  In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear, 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 
Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

5  When  gladness  wings  my  favor'd  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill: 
Resign'd  when  storms  of  sorrow  low'r, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

6  My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 

The  gathering  storm  shall  see ; 
My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear ; 
That  heart  will  rest  on  thee,      wmiama. 

1  I  love  to  steal  awhile  away 

From  every  cumbering  care, 
And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day, 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love  in  solitude  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear, 
And  all  His  promises  to  plead, 
Where  none  but  God  can  hear. 


WORSHIP.  161 

3  I  Jove  to  think  on  mercies  past, 

And  future  good  implore, 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  love  by  faith  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven ; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 

178.  S.  M.  JBoylstou. 

Importunity. 

1  Jesus,  who  knows  full  well 

The  heart  of  every  saint, 

Invites  us  all  our  griefs  to  tell, 

To  pray,  and  never  faint. 

2  He  bows  his  gracious  ear — 

We  never  plead  in  vain ; 
Then  let  us  wait  till  he  appear, 
And  pray,  and  pray  again. 

3  Though  unbelief  suggest, 

"  Why  should  we  longer  wait  ?  ■ 
He  bids  us  never  give  him  rest, 
But  knock  at  mercy's  gate. 
14* 


162  WORSHIP. 

4  Jesus,  the  Lord,  will  hear 

His  chosen  when  they  cry  ; 
Yes,  though  he  may  a  while  forbear, 
He  '11  help  them  from  on  high. 

5  Then  let  us  earnest  cry ; 

And  never  faint  in  prayer : 
He  sees,  he  hears,  and  from  on  high, 
Will  make  our  cause  his  care.     Newton. 

M.79m  CM.  Howard. 

Prayer. 

1  Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire, 

Unutter'd  or  express'd, 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh, 

The  falling  of  a  tear ; 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try  ; 
Prayer  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach 
The  majesty  on  high. 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath, 

The  Christian's  native  air, 
His  watchword  at  the  gate  of  death — 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 


worship.  163 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice 
Returning  from  his  ways, 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice, 
And  say, — "Behold  he  prays." 

Montgomery. 

180.  CM.  Aimoiu 

Religion  all  Important. 

1  Religion  is  the  chief  concern 

Of  mortals  here  below  ; 
May  I  its  great  importance  learn, 
Its  sov'reign  virtue  know  ! 

2  More  needful  this,  than  glittering  wealth 

Or  aught  the  world  bestows  ; 
Nor  reputation,  food  or  health, 
Can  give  us  such  repose. 

3  Religion  should  our  thoughts  engage, 

Amidst  our  youthful  bloom ; 
'T  will  fit  us  for  declining  age, 
And  for  the  awful  tomb. 

4  0  may  my  heart  by  grace  renew'd, 

Be  my  Redeemer's  throne  ; 
And  be  my  stubborn  will  subdued, 
His  government  to  own. 

5  Let  deep  repentance,  faith  and  love, 

Be  join'd  with  goily  fear ; 
And  all  my  conversation  prove 

My  heart  to  be  sincere.  Fawcett.' 


164 


WORSHIP. 


1  8  1  •  H.  M.  Bethtsd* 

1  Lord  of  the  worlds  above, 

How  pleasant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 

Thine  earthly  temples  are  ! 
To  thine  abode,  My  heart  aspires, 
With  warm  desires,  To  see  my  God, 

2  0  happy  souls  that  pray, 

Where  God  appoints  to  hear  ! 
0  happy  men  that  pay 

Their  constant  service  there  ! 
They  praise  thee  still ;  And  happy  they 
That  love  the  way  To  Zion?s  hill ! 

3  They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 

Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
Till  each  arrives  at  length, 

Till  each  in  heaven  appears  : 
O  glorious  seat,  When  God  our  King 
Shall  thither  bring  Our  willing  feet ! 

4  To  spend  one  sacred  day 

Where  God  and  saints  abide, 
Affords  diviner  joy 

Than  thousand  days  beside : 
Where  God  resorts,  I  love  it  more 
To  keep  the  door,  Than  shine  in  courts. 

Watts. 


WORSHIP.  165 

18&.  CM;  OrtonvitU. 

1  What  shall  I  render  to  my  God 

For  all  his  kindness  shown  ? — 
My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode, 
My  songs  address  thy  throne. 

2  Among  the  saints  that  fill  thine  house, 

My  offering  shall  be  paid ; 
There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vow 
My  soul  in  anguish  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  ever-blessed  God ! 
How  dear  thy  servants  in  thy  sight ' 
How  precious  is  their  blood  ! 

4  How  happy  all  thy  servants  are  ! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 
My  life,  which  thou  hast  made  thy  care, 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

5  Now  I  am  thine — forever  thine, 

Nor  shall  my  purpose  move ; 
Thy  hand  has  loosed  my  bonds  of  pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

6  Here,  in  thy  courts,  I  leave  my  vow, 

And  thy  rich  grace  record  ; 
Witness  ye  saints,  who  hear  me  now, 
If  I  forsake  the  Lord. 


166  SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 


SOCIAL  .WORSHIP. 

183*  S.M.  Golden  Hill. 

Christian  Fellotoskip. 

1  Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 

Our  hearts  in  Christian  love  ! 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers  ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims,  are  one— 
Our  comfort,  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes, 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear ; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  are  call'd  to  part, 

It  gives  us  mutual  pain ; 
But  we  shall  still  be  join'd  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way ; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  longs  to  see  the  day. 


SOCIAL  WORSHIP.  IfW 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain, 
From  sin  we  shall  be  free ; 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity.  Fawcett. 

184.  L-M.  hard. 

Christian  Friendship. 

1  Brethren,  beloved  for  Jesus'  sake, 
A  hearty  welcome  here  receive  ; 
May  we  together  now  partake 
The  joys  which  he  alone  can  give ! 

2  May  he,  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 
Send  his  good  Spirit  from  above  ; 
Make  our  communications  sweet, 

And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with  love  ! 

3  Forgotten  be  each  worldly  theme, 
When  thus  we  meet  to  pray  and  praise, 
We  only  wish  to  speak  of  him, 

And  tell  the  wonders  of  his  grace. 

4  We  '11  talk  of  all  he  did  and  said, 
His  suff'rings  and  his  dying  love, 
The  path  he  mark'd  for  us  to  tread, 
And  how  he  triumphs  now  above. 

5  Thus  as  the  moments  pass  away, 
We  '11  love,  and  wonder,  and  adore  ; 
Then  hasten  on  the  glorious  day, 
When  we  shall  meet  to  pari  no  more. 


168  SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

180«  C.  M.  China. 

Seeking  the  presence  oj  Christ. 

1  Come,  Lord,  and  warm  each  languid  heart — 

Inspire  each  lifeless  tongue  ; 

And  let  the  joys  of  heaven  impart 

Their  influence  to  our  song. 

2  Come,  Lord,  thy  love  alone  can  raise 

In  us  the  heavenly  flame ; 
Then  shall  our  lips  resound  thy  praise, 
Our  hearts  adore  thy  name. 

3  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  glory  shine, 

And  fill  thy  dwellings  here, 
Till  life,  and  love,  and  joy  divine 

A  heaven  on  earth  appear.  Steele. 

186.  S.M.  Baylston. 

Invitation  to  the  House  of  God. 

1  Come  to  the  house  of  prayer, 

0  thou  afflicted,  come ; 
The  God  of  peace  shall  meet  thee  there ; 
He  makes  that  house  his  home. 

2  Come  to  the  house  of  praise, 

Ye  who  are  happy  now; 
In  sweet  accord  your  voices  raise, 
In  kindred  homage  bow. 

3  Ye  aged,  hither  come, 

For  ye  have  felt  his  love ; 


SOCIAL  WORSHIP.  169 

Soon  shall  your  trembling  tongues  be  dumb, 

Your  lip?  forget  to  move. 
4  Ye  young,  before  his  throne, 

Come,  bow  ;  your  voices  raise  ; 
Let  not  your  hearts  his  praise  disown 

Who  gives  the  power  to  praise. 

E.  Taylor. 

187.  S.  P.  M.  Dalston. 

The  Stcecfness  of  Christian  Fellowship. 

1  How  pleasant 't  is  to  see 
Kindred  and  friends  agree, 

Each  in  his  proper  station  move, 

And  each  fulfil  his  part, 

With  sympathizing  heart, 
In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love  ! 

2  Like  fruitful  showers  of  rain, 
That  water  all  the  plain, 

Descending  from  the  neighboring  hills ; 

Such  streams  of  pleasure  roll 

Through  every  friendly  soul, 
Where  love,  like  heavenly  dew,  distils. 

Watte. 


188. 

l 


C-M-  Azmon. 

Christian  Union. 
How  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the  sight, 

When  those  that  love  the  Lord, 
In  one  another's  peace  delight, 
And  thus  fulfil  his  word  !— 
15 


170  SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

2  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh, 

And  with  him  bear  a  part ; 
When  sorrow  flows  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart : 

3  When  free  from  envy,  scorn,  and  pride, 

Our  wishes  all  above, 
Each  can  his  brother's  failings  hide, 
And  show  a  brother's  love  : — 

4  When  love,  in  one  delightful  stream, 

Through  every  bosom  flows  ; 
And  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem, 
In  every  action  glows. 

5  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 

The  happy  souls  above  ; 
And  he 's  an  heir  of  heaven,  that  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love.  swain. 

180.  L-M.  Hebron, 

Pleasures  of  Social  Worship. 

1  How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile, 

And  seek  the  presence  of  our  Lord ! 
Dear  Saviour  on  thy  people  smile, 
According  to  thy  faithful  word. 

2  From  busy  scenes  we  now  retreat, 

That  we  may  here  converse  with  thee ; 
0  Lord,  behold  us  at  thy  feet ; 
Let  this  the  gate  of  heaven  be. 


60CIAL  WORSHIP.  171 

3  "  Chief  of  ten  thousands,"  now  appear, 

That  we  by  faith  may  view  thy  face  : 

Oh  speak,  that  we  thy  voice  may  hear, 

And  let  thy  presence  fill  the  place ! 

Kelly. 

190.  CM.  Halsey. 

Social  Worship. 

1  0  Lord,  our  languid  souls  inspire, 

For  here  we  trust  thou  art ! 
Send  down  a  coal  of  heavenly  fire 
To  warm  each  waiting  heart. 

2  Show  us  some  token  of  thy  love , 

Our  fainting  hope  to  raise  ; 
And  pour  thy  blessing  from  above, 
That  we  may  render  praise. 

3  The  feeling  heart,  the  melting  eye, 

The  humble  mind  bestow ; 
And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
To  make  our  graces  grow. 

4  May  we  in  faith  receive  thy  word, 

In  faith  present  our  prayers; 
And  in  the  presence  of  our  Lord 
Unbosom  all  our  cares. 

5  And  may  the  Gospel's  joyful  sound, 

Enforced  by  mighty  grace, 
Awaken  many  sinners  round, 

To  come  and  fill  the  place.  Newton. 


172  SOCIAL  WORSHIP. 

*  ®  *  •  0.  M.  fl^rrf. 

T^e  Presence  of  God  Delightful. 

1  My  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 

To  which  thy  God  resorts ! 
'tis  heaven  to  see  his  smiling  face, 
Though  in  his  earthly  courts. 

2  To  sit  one  day  beneath  thine  eye 

And  hear  thy  gracious  voice, 
Exceeds  a  whole  eternity 
Employ'd  in  carnal  joys. 

3  Lord,  at  thy  threshold  I  would  wait 

While  Jesus  is  within, 
Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of  state, 
Or  live  in  tents  of  sin. 

4  Could  I  command  the  spacious  land 

And  the  more  boundless  sea, 
For  one  blest  hour  at  thy  right  hand 
I  'd  give  them  both  away.  Watta> 

1  9mm  7s.  German  Air. 

Seeking  Christ  -  Blessing. 

1  Lord,  we  come  before     ee  now, 
At  thy  feet  we  humbly  b    v  ; 

O  do  not  our  suit  disdain  ! 

Shall  we  seek  thee,  Lord,  in  vain  ? 

2  Lord,  on  thee  our  souls  depend  ; 
In  compassion,  now  descend  ; 


SELF  CONSECRATION.  173 

Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace  ; 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 

3  In  thine  own  appointed  way 
Now  we  seek  thee,  here  we  stay  ; 
Lord,  we  know  not  how  to  go 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 

4  Send  some  message  from  thy  word 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford ; 
Let  thy  spirit  now  impart 

Full  salvation  to  each  beart.         Hammond. 


SELF  CONSECRATION. 

[It  is  found  to  be  useful  to  have  some  simple  and  varied 
forms  of  Self-Consecration,  especially  in  times  of  Revival. 
The  following  have  been  inserted  for  this  purpose :] 

103*  S.M.  Little  Marlboro. 

Submission. 

1  I  yield,  't  were  worse  than  vain, 

The  contest  to  prolong, 
'T  is  right  a  holy  God  should  reign, 
His  foes  are  ever  wrong. 

2  For  mercy,  Lord,  I  plead, 

And  hoping  for  thy  grace, 
I  flee  for  refuge  in  my  need, 
To  Christ,  my  hiding-place 
15* 


174  SELF  CONSECRATION. 

194*  8,7,4.  Greenville. 

The  Surrender. 
Welcome,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer, 

Welcome  to  this  heart  of  mine ; 
Lord,  I  make  a  full  surrender, 

Every  power  and  thought  be  thine, 

Thine  entirely, 
Through  eternal  ages  thine,   vm.  Hymns. 

1 95.  Us.  New  BatK 

Consecration. 
As  guilty  and  helpless,  deserving  to  die, 
O  Jesus,  forever  on  thee  I  rely, 
In  light  or  in  darkness,  whatever  may  come, 
Thy  mercy  assisting,  "  Thy  will  shall  be  done." 

190*  C.  M.  Silver  Spring. 

Yielding  to  God. 
A  guilty,  helpless  sinner,  Lord, 

Into  thine  arms  I  fall, 
Be  thou  my  strength  and  righteousness, 
My  Saviour  and  my  all. 

197*  L.  M.  Hebron. 

1  It  is  not  wrath  alone  I  dread, 

My  former  joys  my  loathing  move, 
From  sin  itself  I  would  be  freed, 
And  serve  a  holy  God  in  love. 


SELF   CONSECRATION.  175 

2  But  Who  can  such  salvation  give  ? 

To  thee,  insulted  God  I  fly, 
For  Jesus'  sake  my  soul  relieve, 
Upon  thy  mercy  I  rely. 

3  And  for  his  sake,  thy  Spirit  send, 

A  free  salvation  to  impart, 
The  foe  of  God  to  make  a  friend, 
To  form  anew  my  guilty  heart. 

4  Oh  nerve  my  will  while,  with  my  hand, 

My  name  among  thy  friends  I  trace, 
And  yield  my  powers  to  thy  command, 
A  trophy  of  thy  sovereign  grace. 

198.  C.  M.  Halsey: 

Guilty,  condemned,  I  now  depend, 

Alone,  0  Lord,  on  thee ; 
For  light  and  grace  through  all  my  days, 

And  to  eternity. 

199.  L.M.  Wdu. 

1  Lord,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine, 
Purchased  and  saved  by  blood  divine, 
With  full  consent  thine  I  would  be, 
And  own  thy  sov'reign  right  in  me. 

2  Grant  one  poor  sinner  more  a  place 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace ; 
A  wretched  sinner,  lost  to  God, 
But  ransom'd  by  Immanuel's  blood. 


176  SPREAD  OF  THE  GOSPEL. 

3  Thee,  my  new  Master,  now  I  call, 
And  consecrate  to  thee  my  all ; 
Lord  let  me  live  and  die  to  thee— 
Be  thine  through  all  eternity.    Preg.  Davies. 

"©©•  CM.  Howard. 

Self  Dedication. 

1  Accept  the  heart  I  now  resign  ! 

From  sin  thy  servant  free ! 
My  pow'rs,  dear  Saviour,  all  are  thine,— 
0  give  thyself  to  me  ! 

2  Be  thou  my  leader,  strength,  and  joy, 

That  I  may  do  thy  will ! 
Be  works  of  faith  my  glad  employ, 
And  thine  the  glory  still ! 

3  Thus  life  on  earth  shall  blissful  prove, 

Each  day  to  God  be  giv'n  ; 
And  death  will  be  thy  call  of  love , 
To  take  me  home  to  heav'n. 


THE  SPREAD  OF  THE  GOSPEL. 

301.  L.M.  Dresden. 

1  Jesus,  we  bow  before  thy  throne, 
We  lift  our  eyes  to  seek  thy  face  : 
To  bleeding  hearts  thy  love  make  known, 
On  contrite  souls  bestow  thy  grace. 


6PREAD  OF  THE  GOSPEL.  177 

2  See,  spread  beneath  thy  gracious  eye, 

A  world  o'erwhelm'd  in  guilt  and  tears; 
Where  deathless  souls  in  ruin  lie, 
And  no  kind  voice  dispels  their  fears. 

3  Lord,  arm  thy  truth  with  pow'r  divine, 

Its  conquests  spread  from  shore  to  shore ; 
Till  suns  and  stars  forget  to  shine, 
And  earth  and  skies  shall  be  no  more. 

4  0  rise,  ye  ransom'd  captives,  rise, 

Peal  the  loud  anthem  here  below ; 
Let  earth  reflect  it  to  the  skies, 

And  heaven  with  new-born  rapture  glow. 

S.  Lyrics. 

202.  7, 6.  Missionary. 

1  Fkom  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 

From  India's  coral  strand, 
Where  Afric's  sunny  fountains 

Roll  down  their  golden  sand  ; 
From  many  an  ancient  river, 

From  many  a  palmy  plain, 
They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle; 
Though  every  prospect  pleases, 
And  only  man  is  vile : 


178  SPREAD  OF  THE  GOSPEL. 

In  vain  with  lavish  kindness, 
The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 

The  heathen  in  his  blindness, 
Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Shall  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 
Shall  we,  to  men  benighted, 

The  lamp  of  life  deny  ? 
Salvation  !  0,  salvation  ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  earth's  remotest  nation 

Has  learn'd  Messiah's  name  I 

4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till  like  a  sea  of  glory, 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole  ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransom'd  nature 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign.  Heber. 

3 O  3  •  L.  M.  Windham. 

1  Look  down,  0  Lord  with  pitying  eye ; 
See  Adam's  race  in  ruin  lie ; 
Sin  spreads  its  trophies  o'er  the  ground, 
And  scatters  slaughter'd  heaps  around. 


SPREAD  OF  THE  GOSPEL.  179 

2  Thy  ministers  are  sent  in  vain 
To  prophesy  upon  the  slain  ; 

In  vain  they  call,  in  vain  they  cry 
Till  thine  almighty  aid  is  nigh. 

3  But  by  thy  Spirit's  quickening  breath, 
Life  spreads  through  all  the  realms  of  death ; 
Dry  bones  obey  thy  powerful  voice ; 
They  move,  they  waken,  they  rejoice. 

Doddridge. 
204.  7s.  Nuremburgk, 

1  Watchmaw  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

What  its  signs  of  promise  are. 
"  Trav'ler !  o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 

See  that  glory-beaming  star  !" 
"Watchman  !  does  its  beauteous  ray, 

Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell  ? 
"Trav'ler  !  yes  :  it  brings  the  day, 

Promised  day  of  Israel !" 

1  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night ; 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. 
"  Trav'ler  !  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace  and  truth  its  course  portends." 
Watchman  !  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  ! 
"  Trav'ler  !  ages  are  its  own ; 

See  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth !" 


180  SPREAD  OF  THE  GOSPEL. 

3  Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night, 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. 
"  Trav'ler!  darkness  takes  its  flight, 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn." 
Watchman  !  let  thy  wandering  cease  ; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. 
"  Trav'ler!  lo  !   the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo  !  the  Son  of  God  is  come  !"    Bowring. 

SOtS.  8, 7, 4.  GrcenvUle, 

1  Who,  but  thou,  almighty  Spirit, 

Can  the  heathen  world  reclaim  ? 

Men  may  preach— but  till  thou  favor, 

Heathens  will  be  still  the  same  : 

Mighty  Spirit ! 
Witness  to  the  Saviour's  name. 

2  Thou  hast  promised  by  the  prophets, 

Glorious  light  in  latter  days  : 
Come  and  bless  bewildered  nations, 
Change  our  prayers  and  tears  to  praise : 

Promised  Spirit ! 
Round  the  world  diffuse  thy  rays. 

3  All  our  hopes,  and  prayers,  and  labors 

Must  be  vain  without  thine  aid  : 

But  thou  wilt  not  disappoint  us . 

All  is  true  that  thou  hast  said: 

Faithful  Spirit! 
O'er  the  world  thine  influence  shed ! 

Village  Hymns. 


SPREAD  OF  THE  GOSPEL.  181 

~06«  L.  M.  Rolland. 

1  Sovereign  of  worlds  !  display  thy  power, 
Be  this  thy  Zion's  favored  hour  : 

Oh  bid  the  morning-star  arise, 
Oh  point  the  heathen  to  the  skies. 

2  Set  up  thy  throne  where  Satan  reigns, 
In  western  wilds  and  heathen  plains, 
Far  let  the  gospel's  sound  be  known ; 
Make  thou  the  universe  thine  own. 

3  Speak  !  and  the  world  shall  hear  thy  voice  : 
Speak  and  the  desert  shall  rejoice  : 
Scatter  the  gloom  of  heathen  night, 

Bid  every  nation  hail  the  light.         Pratt's  Col. 

207.  8,7,4.  Zion, 

1  Yes  !  we  trust  the  day  is  breaking ; 

Joyful  times  are  near  at  hand  : 
God,  the  mighty  God,  is  speaking 
By  his  word  in  ev'ry  land  : 

When  he  chooses, 
Darkness  flies  at  his  command. 

2  Let  us  hail  the  joyful  season  ; 

Let  us  hail  the  dawning  ray  : 

When  the  Lord  appears,  there's  reason 

To  expect  a  glorious  day  : 

At  his  presence 

Gloom  and  darkness  flee  away, 
16  J 


182  SPREAD  OP  THE  GOSPEL. 

3  While  the  foe  becomes  more  daring  ; 

While  he  enters  like  a  flood  ; 
God,  the  Saviour  is  preparing 

Means  to  spread  his  truth  abroad  : 

Ev'ry  language 
Soon  shall  teach  the  love  of  God. 

4  God  of  Jacob,  high  and  glorious, 

Let  thy  people  see  thy  hand ; 
Let  the  Gospel  be  victorious 

Through  the  world  in  every  land ; 

And  the  idols 
Perish,  Lord,  at  thy  command.       Kelly. 

208.  Ba  &7s.  Bartimeua. 

1  With  my  substance  I  will  honor 

My  Redeemer  and  my  Lord; 
Were  ten  thousand  worlds  my  manor, 
All  were  nothing  to  his  word, 

2  While  the  heralds  of  salvation, 

His  abounding  grace  proclaim, 

Let  his  friends,  of  every  station, 

Gladly  join  to  spread  his  fame. 

3  May  his  kingdom  be  promoted  ; 

May  the  world  the  Saviour  know; 
Be  my  all  to  him  devoted ; 
To  my  Lord  my  all  I  owe. 


CHRISTIAN  SABBATH.  183 

Praise  the  Saviour,  all  ye  nations; 

Praise  him,  all  ye  hosts  above; 
Shout  with  joyful  acclamations, 

His  divine — victorious  love.         Francis; 


THE  CHRISTIAN  SABBATH. 

209.  L.  M.  Hebron, 

Hour  of  Worship. 

1  Blest  hour  when  mortal  man  retires 

To  hold  communion  with  his  God, 
To  send  to  heaven  his  warm  desires, 
And  listen  to  the  sacred  word. 

2  Blest  hour,  when  earthly  cares  resign 

Their  empire  o'er  his  anxious  breast, 
While  all  around,  the  calm  divine 
Proclaims  the  holy  day  of  rest. 

3  Blest  hour,  when  God  himself  draws  nigh, 

Well  pleased  his  people's  voice  to  hear, 
To  hush  the  penitential  sigh, 
And  wipe  away  the  mourner's  tear. 

4  Blest  hour  !  for  where  the  Lord  resorts, 

Foretastes  of  future  bliss  are  given, 
And  mortals  find  his  earthly  courts 
The  house  of  God,  the  gate  of  heaven. 

Raffles. 


184  CHRISTIAN  SABBATH. 

«£!©•  7s.  Nurembwgh. 

Sabbath  Morning. 

1  Safely  through  another  week 

God  has  brought  us  on  our  way ; 
Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek, 

Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day, — 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best, 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

2  While  we  seek  supplies  of  grace, 

Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 
Show  thy  reconciled  face, 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame  ; 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 
May  we  rest,  this  day,  in  thee. 

3  When  we  meet  thy  name  to  praise ; 

Let  us  feel  thy  presence  near ; 
May  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes, 

While  we  in  thy  house  appear  : 
There  afford  us,  Lord,  a  taste 
Of  our  everlasting  feast. 

4  May  the  gospel's  joyful  sound 

Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints, 
Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound, 

Bring  relief  from  all  complaints  :] 
Thus  let  all  our  Sabbaths  prove, 

Till  we  join  the  church  above. 

Newton. 


CHRISTIAN  SABBATH.  185 

911.  C.  M.  OrtonvilU. 

1  Blest  morning,  whose  first  dawning  raya 

Beheld  our.  rising  God; 
That  saw  him  triumph  o'er  the  dust, 
And  leave  his  dark  abode. 

2  In  the  cold  prison  of  a  tomb 

The  great  Redeemer  lay — 
Till  the  revolving  skies  had  brought 
The  third,  th'  appointed  day. 

3  Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force 

To  hold  the  Lord  in  vain : 
Behold  the  mighty  conqueror  rise, 
And  burst  their  feeble  chain. 

4  To  thy  great  name,  almighty  Lord, 

These  sacred  hours  we  pay, 
And  loud  hosannas  shall  proclaim, 

The  triumph  of  the  day.  Watts. 

119.  L.M.  Lord, 

The  Worship  of  the  Sabbath. 

1  Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King, 

To  praise  thy  name— give  thanks— and  sing 
■ — To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest — 

No  mortal  care  shall  seize  my  breast ; 
Oh  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound. 
16* 


186  CHRISTIAN  SABBATH. 

3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 

And  bless  his  works— and  bless  his  word : 
Thy  works  of  grace— how  bright  they  shine 
How  deep  thy  counsels — how  divine  ! 

4  Then  shall  I  share  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refined  my  heart, 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

5  There  I  shall  see— and  hear— and  know 
All  I  desired,  or  wished  below ; 

And  every  power  find  sweet  employ, 

In  that  eternal  world  of  joy.  Watts. 

&13.  CM.  Azmon, 

1  The  Lord  of  Sabbath  let  us  praise, 

In  concert  with  the  blest ; 
And  joyful,  in  harmonious  lays, 
Employ  this  day  of  rest. 

2  Lord,  may  we  still  remember  thee, 

And  more  in  knowledge  grow ; 
Oh  may  we  more  of  glory  see, 
While  waiting  here  below. 

3  On  this  blest  day  a  brighter  scene 

Of  glory  was  displayed, 
By  God,  th'  eternal  Word,  than  when 
This  universe  was  made. 


CHRISTIAN  SABBATn.  187 

4  He  rises,  who  our  souls  hath  bought, 
With  blood,  and  grief,  and  pain — 
'T  was  great,  to  speak  the  world  from  nought — 
'T  was  greater  to  redeem.  Pratfa  Col. 

21-1.  H.  M.  Bethesda. 

Sabbath  Morning. 

1  Welcome,  delightful  morn, 

Thou  day  of  sacred  rest; 
I  hail  thy  kind  return — 

Lord,  make  these  moments  blest: 
From  the  low  train  of  mortal  toys 
I  soar  to  reach  immortal  joys. 

2  Now  may  the  King  descend, 

And  rill  his  throne  of  grace  : 
Thy  sceptre,  Lord,  extend, 

While  saints  address  thy  face  : 
Let  sinners  feel  thy  quickening  word, 
And  learn  to  know  and  fear  the  Lord. 

3  Descend,  celestial  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers ; 
Disclose  a  Saviour's  love, 

And  bless  the  sacred  hours : 
Then  shall  my  soul  new  life  obtain, 
Nor  Sabbaths  be  indulged  in  vain. 

Hayward. 


188 

SI  1  «>•  S.  M.  Silver  Street 

The  Lord's  Day. 

1  Welcome  sweet  day  of  rest, 

That  saw  the  Lord  arise  ; 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast, 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes  ! 

2  The  King  himself  comes  near, 

And  feasts  his  saints  to-day; 
Here  we  may  sit,  and  see  him  here, 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidst  the  place 

Where  my  dear  God  has  been, 
Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 

In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 

To  everlasting  bliss.  Watts. 


THE  LORD'S  SUPPER. 

tl  1  6  •  C.  M.  Silver  Spring. 

1  How  condescending,  and  how  kind, 
Was  God's  eternal  Son  ! 
Our  misery  reach'd  his  heavenly  mind, 
And  pity  brought  him  down. 


189 


2  This  was  compassion  like  a  God, 

That  when  the  Saviour  knew 
The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood, 
His  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 

3  Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt, 

While  we  his  death  record  : 

And  with  our  joy  for  pardon'd  guilt, 

Mourn  that  we  pierced  the  Lord. 

Watte* 

2  1  7.  €.  H.  Hovard. 

1  How  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place, 

With  Christ  within  the  doors, 
While  everlasting  love  displays 
The  choicest  of  her  stores  ! 

2  While  all  our  hearts,  and  all  our  song« 

Join  to  admire  the  feast, 
Each  of  us  cries  with  thankful  tongue, 
"  Lord,  why  was  I  a  guest  ? 

3  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy-voice, 

And  enter  while  there's  room  ? 
When  thousands  make  a  wretched  choice, 
And  rather  starve  than  come  !" 

4  »T  was  the  same  love  that  spread  the  feast 

That  gently  drew  us  in  ; 
Else  we  had  still  refused  to  taste, 
And  perish'd  in  our  sin. 


190  lord's  supper. 

5  Pity  the  nations,  0  our  God  ! 

Constrain  the  earth  to  come  ; 

Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad, 

And  bring  the  strangers  home. 

6  We  long  to  see  thy  churches  full, 

That  all  the  chosen  race 
May  with  one  voice,  and  heart,  and  soul, 
Sing  thy  redeeming  grace.  Watta. 

2 1 8»  L.  M.  Windham^ 

1  'Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night, 

When  powers  of  earth  and  hell  arose 
Against  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 

And  friends  betray'd  him  to  his  foes — 

2  Before  the  mournful  scene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,  and  blest,  and  brake : 
What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran  I 
What  wondrous  words  of  grace  he  spake  I 

3  "  This  is  my  body  broke,  for  sin : 

Receive  and  eat  the  living  food  f* — 
Then  took  the  cup  and  blest  the  wine: — 
"  'T  is  the  new  covenant  in  my  blood." 

4  "  Do  this,"  he  cried,  "  till  time  shall  end, 

In  memory  of  your  dying  friend ; 
Meet  at  my  table  and  record, 

The  love  of  your  departed  Lord." 


NEW  YEAR.  191 

b  Jesns,  thy  feast  we  celebrate, 

We  show  thy  death,  we  sing  thy  name 
Till  thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 

The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb,      watta. 

319.  S.M.  Watchman, 

1  Jesus  invites  his  saints 

To  meet  around  his  board  ; 
Here  pardon'd  rebels  sit,  and  hold 
Communion  with  their  Lord. 

2  For  food  he  gives  his  flesh ; 

He  bids  us  drink  his  blood ; 
Amazing  favor — matchless  grace 
Of  our  descending  God  ! 

3  Let  all  our  powers  be  join'd 

His  glorious  name  to  raise : 
Let  joy  and  love  fill  every  mind, 


And  every  voice  be  praise. 


Watts. 


NEW  YEAR. 

S20.  CM.  CMna 

1  And  now,  my  soul,  another  year 
Of  thy  short  life  is  past; 
I  cannot  long  continue  here, 
And  this  may  be  my  last. 


192  NEW  YEAR. 

2  Much  of  my  wasted  life  is  gone* 

Nor  will  return  again  ; 
And  swift  my  passing  moments  run. 
The  few  that  yet  remain. 

3  Awake,  my  soul — with  utmost  care 

Thy  true  condition  learn : 
What  are  thy  hopes  ? — how  sure  ? — how  fair  ? 
What  is  thy  great  concern  ? 

4  Behold,  another  year  begins  f 

Set  out  afresh  for  heaven ; 
Seek  pardon  for  thy  former  sins, 
In  Christ  so  freely  given. 

5  Devoutly  yield  thyself  to  God, 

And  on  his  grace  depend  ; 
With  zeal  pursue  the  heavenly  road. 
Nor  doubt  a  happy  end. 

Montgomery. 
22 1  •  5s.  &  lis;  Come  let  us,  %c. 

1  Come,  let  us  anew 
Our  journey  pursue, 
Roll  round  with  the  year, 

And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  appear  j. 

2  His  adorable  will 
Let  us  gladly  fulfil, 
And  our  talents  improve 

By  the  patience  of  hope  and  the  labor  of  tore. 


If  JEW  YEAR.  193 

3  Our  life  is  a  dream  ; 
Our  time,  as  a  stream, 
Glides  swiftly  away ; 

And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay. 

4  The  arrow  is  flown, 
The  moment  is  gone, 
The  millenial  year 

Rushes  on  to  our  view,  and  eternity 's  here. 

Har.  Sac. 

»X»5£»  7s.  Sc6s.  Geneva. 

Flight  of  Time. 

1  Time  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home  ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day, 

A  journey  to  the  tomb. 
Youth  and  vigor  soon  will  flee, 

Blooming  beauty  lose  its  charms : 
All  that  's  mortal  soon  will  be 

Enclos'd  in  death's  cold  arms. 

2  Time  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home  ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day, 

A  journey  to  the  tomb. 
But  the  Christian  shall  enjoy 

Health  and  beauty  soon  above, 
Far  beyond  the  world's  alloy, 

Secure  in  Jesus'  love.  gp,  3ong$> 


194  NEW  YEAR. 

<^<J3«  7a.  Newton. 

1  While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun 

Hasted  through  the  former  year, 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run, 

Never  more  to  meet  us  here  : 
Fix'd  in  an  eternal  state, 

They  have  done  with  all  helow  : 
We  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little,  none  can  know. 

2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find  ; 
As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 

Darts  and  leaves  no  trace  behind ; 
Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream  : 
Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise  ; 

All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive, 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew  ; 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live 

With  eternity  in  view  : 
Bless  thy  word  to  young  and  old, 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love  ; 

And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 

May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 

Newton. 


YOUTn.  195 


YOUTH. 


00|(  B.M.  Kentucky. 

1  A  charge  to  keep  I  have  ; 

A  God  to  glorify  ; 
A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky  : 

2  To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfil : 
0  may  it  all  my  powers  engage, 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care, 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live  ; 
And  0  thy  servant,  Lord,  prepare, 
A  strict  account  to  give. 

4  Help  me  to  watch  and  pray, 

And  on  thyself  rely, 
Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 

I  shall  for  ever  die.  Wesley. 

*>25«  S.M.  Aylesbury. 

Youth  admonished. 
1  Can  gay  companions  give, 
Release  from  fear  of  death  ? 
Or  can  their  friendship  bid  you  live, 
When  God  recalls  your  breath  ? 


1 96  YOUTH. 

2  Can  joys  of  earth  avail, 

Its  honors  or  its  gain, 
When  all  the  foes  of  God  shall  wail, 
In  endless,  hopeless  pain  ? 

3  Then  seek  religion  now, 

Its  ways  are  ways  of  peace, 
It  smooths  from  care  the  dying  brow  ; 
Its  end  is  perfect  bliss. 

&£G.  CM.  Bakrma. 

1  Mercy,  descending  from  above, 

In  softest  accents  pleads  ; 
0  may  each  tender  bosom  move, 
When  mercy  intercedes  ! 

2  Children  our  kind  protection  claim, 

And  God  will  well  approve, 
When  infants  learn  to  lisp  his  name, 
And  their  Creator  love. 

3  Delightful  work !  young  souls  to  win, 

And  turn  the  rising  race 
From  the  deceitful  paths  of  sin, 
To  seek  their  Saviour's  face. 

4  Almighty  God  !  thine  influence  shed 

To  aid  this  blest  design  ; 
The  honor  of  thy  name  be  spread, 
And  all  the  glory  thine. 


YOUTH.  197 

£2  7.  CM.  Chelmsford. 

1  Youth,  when  devoted  to  the  Lord, 

Is  pleasing  in  his  eyes  ; 
A  flow'r,  though  offer'd  in  the  bud, 
Is  no  vain  sacrifice. 

2  'T  is  easier  far  if  we  begin 

To  fear  the  Lord  betimes  ; 
For  sinners  who  grow  old  in  sin 
Are  hardened  by  their  crimes. 

3  It  saves  us  from  a  thousand  snares 

To  mind  religion  young  ; 
Grace  will  preserve  our  following  years, 
And  make  our  virtues  strong. 

4  To  thee,  Almighty  God,  to  thee 

Our  hearts  we  now  resign  : 
'T  will  please  us  to  look  back  and  see 
That  our  whole  lives  were  thine. 

5$  2  8  •  8s.  7s.  &  4s.  Greenville. 

1  Children,  hear  the  melting  story 
Of  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain ; 
'T  is  the  Lord  of  life  and  glory  : 
Shall  he  plead  with  you  in  vain  ? 

0,  receive  him, 
And  salvation  now  obtain. 
17* 


198 


YOUTH. 


2  Yield  no  more  to  sin  and  folly, 

So  displeasing  in  his  sight : 
Jesus  loves  the  pure  and  holy ; 
They  alone  are  his  delight ; 

Seek  his  favor, 
And  your  hearts  to  him  unite. 

3  All  your  sins  to  him  confessing 

Who  is  ready  to  forgive, 
Seek  the  Saviour's  richest  blessing ; 
On  his  precious  name  believe  : 

He  is  waiting ; 
Will  you  not  his  grace  receive  ? 

Union  Minstrel 

^29.  C.  M.  Aihen* 

1  Ye  hearts,  with  youthful  vigor  warm, 

In  smiling  crowds  draw  near, 
And  turn  from  every  mortal  charm, 
A  Saviour's  voice  to  hear. 

2  He,  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 

Stoops  to  converse  with  you  ; 
And  lays  his  radiant  /glories  by, 
Your  friendship  to  pursue. 

3  "  The  soul  that  longs  to  see  my  face, 

Is  sure  my  love  to  gain : 
And  those  that  early  seek  my  grace, 
Shall  never  seek  in  vain." 


MORNING  HYMNS.  199 

4  What  object,  Lord,  my  soul  should  move, 

If  once  compared  with  thee  ? 
What  beauty  should  command  my  love, 
Like  what  in  Christ  I  see  ? 

5  Away  ye  false  delusive  toys, 

Vain  tempters  of  the  mind  ! 
'Tie  here  I  fix  my  lasting  choice, 
And  here  true  bliss  I  find.        Doddridge. 


MORNING  HYMNS. 

/^t*0»  L.  M.  Rockingham, 

1  Awake,  my  soul !  and  with  the  sun 
Thy  daily  course  of  duty  run ; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth  and  early  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2  Glory  to  thee  who  safe  hast  kept, 
And  hast  refresh'd  me  while  I  slept ; 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall  wakej 
I  may  of  endless  life  partake. 

3  Lord,  I  my  vows  to  thee  renew, 
Disperse  my  sins  as  morning  dew  ; 
Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and  will, 
And  with  thyself  my  spirit  fill. 


200  MORNING  HYMNS. 

4  Direct,  control,  suggest  this  day, 
All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say  ; 
That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite.  Kenn. 

^«*1»  CM.  Coronation. 

1  Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 

Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  : 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 
To  him  who  rules  the  skies. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats ; 

The  day  renews  the  sound, 
Wide  as  the  heavens  on  which  he  sits 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 

3  'Tis  he  supports  my  mortal  frame : 

My  tongue  shall  speak  his  praise  ; 
My  sins  would  rouse  his  wrath  to  flame, 
And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

A  How  many  wretched  souls  have  fled 
Since  the  last  setting  sun  ! 
And  yet  thou  length'nest  out  my  thread, 
And  yet  my  moments  run. 

5  Great  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  thine, 
While  I  enjoy  the  light ; 
Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  peaceful  night.  Vfttt*. 


MORNING  HYMNS.  201 

232.  7s.  German  Air. 

1  Thou  that  dost  my  life  prolong, 
Kindly  aid  my  morning  song ; 
Thankful  from  my  couch  I  rise, 
To  the  God  that  rules  the  skies. 


2  Thou  didst  hear  my  evening  cry; 
Thy  preserving  hand  was  nigh  ; 
Peaceful  slumbers  thou  hast  shed. 
Grateful  to  my  weary  head. 

3  Thou  hast  kept  me  through  the  night ; 
'T  was  thy  hand  restored  the  light : 
Lord,  thy  mercies  still  are  new, 
Plenteous  as  the  morning  dew. 

4  Still  my  feet  are  prone  to  stray  ; 
Oh  !  preserve  me  through  the  day  : 
Dangers  every  where  abound  ; 
Sins  and  snares  beset  me  round. 

5  Gently,  with  the  dawning  ray, 
On  my  soul  thy  beams  display  : 
Sweeter  than  the  smiling  morn, 
Let  thy  cheering  light  return. 


202  EVENING  HYMNS. 


EVENING  HYMNS. 

333.  C.  M.  Detroit. 

1  Dread  Sov'reign,  let  my  evening  song 

Like  holy  incense  rise  ; 
Assist  the  offerings  of  my  tongue 
To  reach  the  lofty  skies. 

2  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  day, 

Thy  hand  was  still  my  guard ; 
And  still  to  drive  my  wants  away, 
Thy  mercy  stood  prepared. 

3  Perpetual  blessings  from  above 

Encompass  me  around, 
But  0  how  few  returns  of  love 
Hath  my  Creator  found  ! 

4  What  have  I  done  for  Him  who  died 

To  save  my  wretched  soul  ? 
How  are  my  follies  multiplied 
Fast  as  my  minutes  roll ! 

5  Lord  with  this  guilty  heart  of  mine 

To  thy  dear  cross  I  flee, 
And  to  thy  grace  my  soul  resign, 
To  be  renew'd  by  thee. 


EVENING  HYMNS.  203 

6   Sprinkled  afresh  with  pardoning  blood, 
I  lay  me  down  to  rest, 
As  in  the  embraces  of  my  God, 

Or  on  my  Saviour's  breast.  Watts. 

•J3-|.#  S.  M.  Little  Marlboro. 

1  The  day  is  past  and  gone, 

The  evening  shades  appear ; 
Oh,  may  we  all  remember  well 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest ; 
So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all 
Of  what  is  here  possess'd. 

3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears  ; 
May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep. 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  when  we  early  rise, 

And  view  the  unwearied  sun, 
May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 

5  And  when  our  days  are  past, 

And  we  from  time  remove, 
0  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest, 
The  bosom  of  thy  love. 


204  EVENING  HYMNS. 

"*»*>•  8s.  Auburn. 

1  Inspirer  and  Hearer  of  pray'r, 

Before  whom  a  sinner  may  bend ; 
My  all  to  thy  covenant  care, 
I  sleeping  or  waking  commend. 

2  If  thou  art  my  shield  and  my  sun, 

The  night  is  no  darkness  to  me ; 
And  fast  as  my  moments  roll  on, 
They  bring  me  but  nearer  to  thee. 

3  From  evil  secure,  and  its  dread, 

I  rest,  if  my  Saviour  be  nigh  ; 
And  songs  his  kind  presence  indeed, 
Shall  in  the  night  season  supply. 

4  He  smiles,  and  my  comforts  abound ; 

His  grace  as  the  dew  shall  descend ; 
And  walls  of  salvation  surround 
The  soul  he  delights  to  defend. 

Toplady. 

236.  CM.  china. 

1  Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray ; 

I  am  forever  thine  : 
I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  sin. 

2  And  while  I  rest  my  weary  head, 

From  cares  and  business  free, 

*T  is  sweet  conversing  on  my  bed 

With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 


EVENING  HYMNS.  205 

3  I  pay  this  evening  sacrifice  ; 

And  when  my  work  is  clone, 
Great  God,  my  faith,  my  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4  Thus  with  my  thoughts  composed  to  peace, 

I  '11  give  mine  eyes  to  sleep  ; 
Thy  hand  in  safety  keeps  my  days, 
And  will  my  slumbers  keep.  watt* 

"•»•  7a.  Marty*. 

1  Now  from  labor  and  from  care 

Evening  shades  have  set  me  free  ; 
In  the  work  of  praise  and  prayer, 

Lord,  I  would  converse  with  thee  : 
0,  behold  me  from  above, 
Fill  me  with  a  Saviour's  love. 

2  Sin  and  sorrow,  guilt  and  wo, 

Wither  all  my  earthly  joys; 
Naught  can  charm  me  here  below 

But  my  Saviour's  melting  voice  : 
Lord,  forgive  ;  thy  grace  restore  ; 
Make  me  thine  for  evermore. 

3  For  the  blessings  of  this  day, 

For  the  mercies  of  this  hour, 
For  the  Gospel's  cheering  ray, 

For  the  Spirit's  quick'ning  power ; 
Grateful  notes  to  thee  I  raise, 
0,  accept  my  song  of  praise.        Sp.  Sonff,t 


206  EVENING    HYMNS. 

*J38#  L.M.  Hebron. 

1  Thus  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on, 

Thus  far  his  pow'r  prolongs  my  days, 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 

And  I  perhaps  am  near  my  home  ; 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  past, 

He  gives  me  strength  for  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep  ; 

Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head  ; 
While  well-appointed  angels  keep 

Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 

4  Faith  in  his  name  forbids  my  fear  ; 

O  may  thy  presence  ne'er  depart, 
And  in  the  morning  make  me  hear 
The  love  and  kindness  of  thy  heart. 

5  Thus  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come, 

My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb, 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 

Wat*. 


BAPTISM.  207 


BAPTISM. 


£39.  CM.  Balermt. 

Baptism  of  Adults. 

1  Baptised  into  our  Saviour's  death, 

Our  souls  to  sin  must  die  ; 
With  Christ  our  Lord  we  live  anew, 
With  Christ  ascend  on  high. 

2  There,  by  his  Father's  side  he  sits, 

Enthroned  divinely  fair, 
Yet  owns  himself  our  Brother  still, 
And  our  Forerunner  there. 

3  Rise  from  these  earthly  trifles,  rise 

On  wings  of  faith  and  love  ; 
Above,  our  choicest  treasure  lies, — j 
And  be  our  hearts  above. 

4  But  earth  and  sin  will  draw  us  down, 

When  we  attempt  to  fly  ; 
Lord,  send  thy  strong,  attractive  power 

To  fix  our  souls  on  high.  Doddridge. 

240.  C.  M.  Howard, 

Baptism  of  Children. 
1  Behold  what  condescending  love 
Jesus  on  earth  displays  ! — 
To  babes  and  sucklings  he  extends 
The  riches  of  his  grace  ! 


208 


BAPTISM. 


2  He  still  the  ancient  promise  keeps, 

To  our  forefathers  given  ; 
Young  children  in  his  arms  he  takes, 
And  calls  them  heirs  of  heaven. 

3  Forbid  them  not,  whom  Jesus  calls, 

Nor  dare  the  claim  resist, 
Since  his  own  lips  to  us  declare 
Of  such  will  heaven  consist. 

4  With  flowing  tears,  and  thankful  hearts, 

We  give  them  up  to  thee  ; 
Receive  them,  Lord,  into  thine  arms ; 
Thine  may  they  ever  be.  Doddridg*. 

^4 1  •  CM.  Troy. 

Baptism  of  Children. 

1  See  Israel's  gentle  Shepherd  stand, 

With  all-engaging  charms ; 
Hark  !  how  he  calls  the  tender  lambs, 
And  folds  them  in  his  arms ! 

2  "  Permit  them  to  approach,"  he  cries, 

"Nor  scorn  their  humble  name  ; 
"  For  't  was  to  bless  such  souls  as  these 
"  The  Lord  of  angels  came." 

3  We  bring  them,  Lord,  by  fervent  prayer, 

And  yield  them  up  to  thee  ; 
With  humble  trust  that  we  are  thine, 
Thine  let  our  offspring  be.       Doddridge. 


FUNERAL  HYMNS.  209 

242.  S.  M.  Boylston. 

Baptism  of  Children. 

1  The  Saviour  kindly  calls 

Our  children  to  his  breast  ; 
He  folds  them  in  his  gracious  arms, 
Himself  declares  them  blest. 

2  '-Let  them  approach,"  he  cries, 

"Nor  scorn  their  humble  claim ; 
The  heirs  of  heaven  are  such  as  these — 
For  such  as  these  I  came." 

3  With  joy  we  bring  them,  Lord, 

Devoting  them  to  thee, 
Imploring,  that,  as  we  are  thine, 

Thine  may  our  offspring  be.      Epis.  Col. 


FUNERAL  HYMNS. 

~  43  •  S.  M.  Little  Marlboro. 

Hope  of  the  Resurrection. 

1  And  must  this  body  die  ? 

This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mouldering  in  the  clay  ? 

2  God,  my  Redeemer,  lives, 

And  frequent  from  the  skies, 
Looks  down  and  watches  all  my  dust, 
Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 
13* 


210  FUNERAL  HYMNS. 

3  Array'd  in  glorious  grace 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine, 
And  every  shape  and  every  face, 
Look  heavenly  and  divine. 

4  These  lively  hopes  we  owe 

To  Jesus'  dying  love — 
We  would  adore  his  grace  below, 
And  sing  his  power  above. 

5  Accept,  0  Lord,  the  praise 

Of  these  our  humble  songs, 
Till  tunes  of  nobler  sound  we  raise 
With  our  immortal  tongues.  Watts. 

244«  C.  M.  Howard, 

At  the  Funeral  of  any  Friend. 

1  Naked,  as  from  the  earth  we  came, 

And  crept  to  life  at  first, 

We  to  the  earth  return  again, 

And  mingle  with  the  dust. 

2  The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy, 

And  fondly  call  our  own, 
Are  only  favors  borrow'd  now, 
To  be  repaid  anon. 

3  'T  is  God  who  lifts  our  comforts  high, 

Or  sinks  them  in  the  grave ; 
He  gives — and  blessed  be  his  name — 
He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 


FUNERAL  HYMNS.  211 

Peace,  all  our  angry  passions,  then; 

Let  each  rebellious  sigh 
Be  silent  at  his  sovereign  will, 

And  every  murmur  die. 

5  If  smiling  mercy  crown  our  lives, 
Its  praises  shall  be  spread  ; 
And  we  '11  adore  the  justice  too, 
That  strikes  our  comforts  dead.      Watts. 

34«>«  L.M.  Dresden. 

1  Unvail  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb  ; 

Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy  trust, 
And  give  these  sacred  relics  room, 
To  slumber  in  the  silent,  dust. 

2  Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear 

Invade  thy  bounds — no  mortal  woes 
Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here, 
While  angels  watch  the  soft  repose. 

3  So  Jesus  slept — God's  dying  Son 

Pass'd  through  the  grave  and  blest  the  bed. 
Rest  here,  blest  saint,  till  from  his  throne 
The  morning  break  and  pierce  the  shade. 

4  Break  from  his  throne,  illustrious  morn  ! 

Attend,  0  earth  !  his  sovereign  word  ; 
Restore  thy  trust— a  glorious  form 

Shall  then  arise  to  meet  the  Lord.     Watts, 


212  FUNERAL  HYMNS. 

246*  C.  M.  China. 

Burial  of  a  Christian. 

1  Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends, 

Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
'T  is  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too, 

To  heaven's  desired  abode  ? 
Why  should  we  wish  the  hours  more  slow, 
Which  keep  us  from  our  God  ? 

3  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
'T  was  there  the  Saviour's  body  lay, 
And  left  a  long  perfume. 

4  The  graves  of  all  his  saints  he  blest, 

And  soften'd  every  bed  ; 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest, 
But  with  their  dying  Head  ? 

5  Thence  he  arose,  ascending  high, 

And  show'd  our  feet  the  way ; 
Up  to  the  Lord  his  saints  shall  fly 
At  the  great  rising  day. 

6  Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 

And  bid  our  kindred  rise  ; 
Awake,  ye  nations  under  ground  ! 
Ye  saints  !  ascend  the  skies.  Watts. 


FUNERAL  HYMNS.  213 

24  7  •  CM.  Silver  Spring . 

Funeral  of  a  Youth. 

1  When  blooming  youth  is  snatch'd  away 

By  death's  resistless  hand, 
Our  hearts  the  mournful  tribute  pay 
Which  pity  must  demand. 

2  While  pity  prompts  the  rising  sigh, 

Oh  may  this  truth,  impress'd 
With  awful  power,  "  I  too,  must  die," 
Sink  deep  in  every  breast. 

3  The  voice  of  this  alarming  scene 

May  every  heart  obey  ; 
Nor  be  the  heavenly  warning  vain, 
Which  calls  to  watch  and  pray. 

4  Oh,  let  us  fly,  to  Jesus  fly, 

Whose  powerful  arm  can  save ; 
Then  shall  our  hopes  ascend  on  high, 
And  triumph  o'er  the  grave.  Steele. 

*4:8«  83.  &7s.  Dermusiait. 

1  Cease,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish 

O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love  ; 
Pain,  and  death,  and  night,  and  anguish, 
Enter  not  the  world  above. 

2  While  our  silent  steps  are  straying, 

Lonely,  through  night's  deep'ning  shade 
Glory's  brightest  beams  are  playing 
Round  th'  immortal  spirit's  head. 


214  DEATH  AND  HEAVEN. 

3  Light  and  peace  at  once  deriving 

From  the  hand  of  God  most  high, 
In  his  glorious  presence  living, 
They  shall  never — never  die  ! 

4  Endless  pleasure,  pain  excluding, 

Sickness  there  no  more  can  come ; 
There,  no  fear  of  wo  intruding, 
Sheds  o'er  heaven  a  moment's  gloom. 

5  Now  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish 

O'er  the  graves  of  those  ye  love  ; 

Far  removed  from  pain  and  anguish, 

They  are  chanting  hymns  above. 

Collyer. 


DEATH  AND  HEAVEN. 

249.  C  M.  Azmon. 

1  Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven  proclaims 

For  all  the  pious  dead ! 
Sweet  is  the  savor  of  their  names, 
And  soft  their  sleeping  bed. 

2  They  die  in  Jesus,  and  are  blest ; 

How  kind  their  slumbers  are  ! 
From  suffering  and  from  sin  released, 
They  're  freed  from  every  snare. 


DEATH  AND  HEAVEN.  215 

3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife, 
They  're  present  with  the  Lord  ; 
The  labors  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward.  Watts. 

250.  Us.  Delay  Not. 

Death  Welcome. 
1  I  would  not  live  alway  :  I  ask  not  to  stay, 
Where  storm  after  storm  rises  dark  o'er  the  way; 
The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on  us  here, 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes — full  enough  for  its 
cheer. 

S  I  would  not  live  alway,  thus  fetter'd  by  sia; 
Temptation  without  and  corruption  within ; 
E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled  with  fears, 
And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  penitent  tears. 

3  I  would  not  live  alway;  no — welcome  the  tomb, 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread  not  its  gloom ; 
There,  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  he  bid  me  arise, 
To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the  skies. 

4  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from  his 

God, 
Away  from  yon  heaven,  that  blissful  abode, 
Where  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er  the  bright 

plains, 
And  the  noon-tide  of  glory  eternally  reigns  ? — 


216  DEATH  AND  HEAVEN. 

5  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony  meet, 
Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported  to  greet, 
While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceasingly  roll, 
And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast  of  the  soul  ? 

Epis.  Col. 

85  1  •  C.  M.  Athens. 

1  Jerusalem  !  my  happy  home ! 

Name  ever  dear  to  me  ! 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
In  joy,  and  peace,  and  thee  ? 

2  When  shall  these  eyes  thy  heaven-built  walls 

And  pearly  gates  behold  ? 
Thy  bulwarks  with  salvation  strong, 
And  streets  of  shining  gold  ? 

2  0,  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 
Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 
And  Sabbaths  have  no  end  ? 

4  There  happier  bowers  than  Eden  bloom, 

Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know  : 
Bless'd  seats  !  through  rude  and  stormy  seas, 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

5  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home ! 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see.         c.  Weeley. 


DEATH  AND  HEAVEN.  217 

•"«-*•  8.  6.  Lanesboro. 

Heaven  our  Rest. 

1  There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 

To  mourning  wanderers  given  ; 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distress'd, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast — 
'Tis  found  above — in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls, 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven  ; 
When  toss'd  on  life's  tempestuous  shoals, 
Where  storms  arise,  and  ocean  rolls, 

And  all  is  drear  but  heaven. 

3  There,  faith  lifts  up  her  cheerful  eve 

To  brighter  prospects  given  ; 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  flv, 

And  ail  serene  in  heaven. 

4  There,  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom,' 

And  joys  supreme  are  given  : 
There  joys  divine  disperse  the  gloom ; 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb, 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven. 

W.  B.Tappan. 

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218  DEATH  AND  HEAVEN. 

253.  p.  m. 

1  This  world  explore,  from  shore  to  shore, 

Each  day,  from  dawn  to  even  ; 
Its  lofty  domes  and  brilliant  ore, 
Its  gems  and  crowns  are  mean  and  poor, 

There 's  nothing  rich  but  heaven. 

2  Fine  gold  will  change  and  diamonds  fade, 

Swift  wings  to  wealth  are  given ; 
All  changing  time  our  forms  invade, 
The  seasons  roll,  light  sinks  in  shade, 

There's  nothing  lasts  but  heaven. 

3  Empires  decay  and  nations  die, 

Bright  hopes  to  winds  are  given, 
The  vernal  flowers  in  ruins  lie  ; 
Death  conquers  all  below  the  sky, 

There's  nothing  lives  but  heaven. 

4  Creation's  mighty  fahric,  all, 

Shall  be  to  atoms  riven  ; 
The  skies  consumed,  the  planets  fall, 
Convulsions  rock  this  earthy  ball, 

There  is  nothing  firm  but  heaven. 

5  A  pilgrim  stranger  here  I  roam, 

From  place  to  place  I  'm  driven. 
My  friends  are  gone,  and  I  'm  in  gloom  ; 
This  earth  is  all  a  lonely  tomb, 

I  have  no  home  but  heaven. 


DEATH  AND  HEAVEN.  219 

6  The  clouds  disperse,  the  light  appears, 

My  sins  arc  all  forgiven, 
Triumphant  grace  has  quell'd  my  fears; 
Roll  on  thou  sun,  fly  swift  my  years ; 

I'm  on  my  way  to  heaven. 

7  Should  wars,  turmoil,  and  passions  boil, 

Like  Etna's  burning  levin  ; 
Should  sin  and  wrath  the  nations  sweep, 
As  tempest  o'er  the  howling  deep, 

I  '11  not  be  long  from  heaven. 

Dr.  Nelson. 


DOXOLOGIES. 

!•  L.M. 

Praise  God,  from  whom  all  blessings  flow  ; 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

3.  L.  M. 

To  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  three  in  one, 
Be  honor,  praise,  and  glory,  given, 
By  all  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven. 

3,  CM. 

Let  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  be  adored, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 

Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 

4.  s.  M. 

Ye  angels  round  the  throne, 

And  saints  that  dwell  below, 
Worship  the  Father,  praise  the  Son, 
And  bless  the  Spirit  too. 
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222  DOXOLOGIES. 

5,  H.M. 

To  God  the  Father's  throne 

Your  highest  honors  raise; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son  ; 
To  God  the  Spirit  praise  ; 
With  all  our  powers,    I    Thy  name  we  sing, 
Eternal  King,  J    While  faith  adores. 

6.  7s 

Sing  we  to  our  God  above 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love  ; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  host — 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

7.  C.  P.  M. 

To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Be  praise  amid  the  heavenly  host, 

And  in  the  church  below ; 
From  whom  all  creatures  draw  their  birth, 
By  whom  redemption  bless'd  the  earth, 

From  whom  all  comforts  flow. 

8,  8s,  7s  &  43. 

Great  Jehovah,  we  adore  thee, 
God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

God  the  Spirit,  joined  in  glory 
On  the  same  eternal  throne  ; 

Endless  praises 
To  Jehovah,  three  in  one. 


DOXOLOGIES.  223 

9.  83&7S. 

Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation  : — 

Praise  the  Father's  boundless  love  ; 
Praise  the  Lamb,  our  expiation  ; 

Praise  the  Spirit  from  above, — 
Author  of  the  new  creation, — 

Him  by  whom  our  spirits  live  ; 
Undivided  adoiation 

To  the  one  Jehovah  give. 

10.  6s  &,  4s. 

To  the  great  One  in  Three, 
The  highest  praises  be, 

Hence  evermore ; 
His  sovereign  majesty- 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore. 

11.  73  &  6s. 

To  thee  be  praise  forever, 

Thou  glorious  King  of  kings ; 
Thy  wondrous  love  and  favor 

Each  ransom'd  spirit  sings  : 
We  11  celebrate  thy  glory, 

With  all  thy  saints  above, 
And  shout  the  joyful  story 

Of  thy  redeeming  love. 


INDEX   OF   SUBJECTS. 


Alarming, 87 

Baptism, SOT 

Christ, 33 

Conviction, 124 

Death  and  Heaven, 214 

Evening  Hymns, 202 

Funeral  Hymns, 209 

God, 18 

Graces  of  the  Spirit 77 

Holy  Spirit 70 

Inviting, 106 

Morning  Hymns, 199 

If ew  Year, 191 

Revival, 133 

Scriptures 13 

Self  Consecration 173 

Social  Worship, 166 

The  Christian, 140 

The  Christian  Sabbath, 183 

The  Convert, 127 

Tbe  Lord's  Supper, 188 

The  praise  of  God, 28 

The  ruined  condition  of  Man, 84 

The  spread  of  the  Gospel, 176' 

Worship, 158 

Youth, 195 


INDEX  OF  TUNES. 


Par*. 

America 284 

Athens, 241 

Aylesbury 256 

Auburn, 271 

Balerma 252 

Bartimens 272 

Bermuda, 253 

Bethesda 262 

Bray 248 

Brownville, 263 

Carmarthen, ' 260 

Chelmsford 251 

Child  of  Sin  and  Sorrow, 285 

China,  247 

Come,  let  us  Anew, 290 

Consecration, 246 

Coronation 249 

Crucifixion, 244 

Delight, 291 

Detroit,  242 

Dolstan, 273 

Dresden, 239 

Effingham,  236 

Evening  Hymn, 245 

Fount, 274 

Friendship, 279 

From  the  Cross,  &c 265 

Ganges , 298 


226  INDEX  OF  TUNES. 

Geneva 282 

German  Hymn, 269 

Golden  Hill, 258 

Goshen 286 

Green  Street, 257 

Greenville, 276 

Guidance 272 

Halsey 242 

Harvest, 294 

Hebron, 231 

Hermit, 244 

Howard, 250 

Illinois 237 

Invitation, 287 

Jepthah, 270 

Judgement. 298 

Kentucky, 255 

Lenox 261 

Little  Marlborough, 253 

Lisbon, 259 

Lord, 233 

Love 240 

Lo  ve  Divine 275 

Loving  Kindness, 230 

Lyons 288 

Martyn, 266 

Meribah, 297 

Millennial  Dawn, 281 

Missionary, 280 

Monmouth,. 299 

New  Bath, 289 

Newton 265 

Nuremburgh, 264 

Olivet, 283 

Olney, 258 

Owasco, 268 


INDEX  OF  TUNES.  227 

Rockingham, P^ 

Rolland, 0.^ 

Sherburne. 296 

Silver  Spring, .".V  243 

Silver  Street, ..  ...     254 

*tone ..".'".".".'.'!"";  267 

Talhs  Hymn, 235 

The  Hiding  Place, *238 

To"Day ...:."!.'".'.'.*  285 

^y 247 

Watchman or» 

wens ...::::::::::;:::  5 

While  Life  Prolongs, 235 

Wilmot, ""  273 

Windham, 233 

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Spiritual  Songs.    H. 


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EFFINaHAH.    I..M. 


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Saviour  and  my  God !  Well  may  this  glow-ing    heart 


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LONG  METRE. 


237 


re-joice,  And    tell    its  rap-tures       all     a-broad. 


11 


ii.i-noi^.  ii.M. 


Manhatten. 


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sa-cri-fice,  Look  down  from     well         on    me. 
heav'n,  pleas'd,     ^^ 


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238 


LONG  METRE. 


12, 


THE  HIDING  PEACE.    E.  M. 

Spiritual  Songs.    H. 


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3^t 


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Hail,  sov'reign  love,  that  form'd  the  plan,  To  save 


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re  -  bel-lious,    ru-in'd  man,  Hail,  matchless,  free,  e- 


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ter  -  nal  grace,  That  gave  my   soul     a         hi -ding 


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13. 


LONG  METRE.  239 

DRESDEN.    L.ITI. 


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(,  1.  He  dies,  the  friend  of     sin-ners,  dies!    Lo  !  Sa- 
}      A    so  -  lemn  dark-ness  veils  the  skies ;    A  sud- 


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r».  c.  He    shed  a  thou-sand  drops  for    you,     A  thoa- 


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den  trembling  shakes  the  ground!  \        saints, 

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groan'd  your    d.  c. 


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240 


COMMON  METRE. 


COMMON   METRES 

14.  LOVE.     CM. 


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■**-■■ 


Fa-ther,  I  long,  I  faint  to  see  The  place  of  thine  a- 
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God !  face, 


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sight ;  But  to  a-bide  in  thine  brace,    in-finite  de-light. 
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15. 


COMMON  METRE. 


ATHENS,    CM. 


241 


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And  will  Lord    con- scend,      vis-it  dy-    worms! 
the    thus     de-        To  ing 


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mazing  and  can  my      Un-     and      re -main 'Has 
grace !  heart     mov'd  cold 


242 


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10.  DETROIT.     CM 

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Let    Zionand    sons  re-    Be-holdthe  hour; 

her         joice,  promis'd 

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Her  God    heard  mourn- voice,  comes    his  pow'r. 
hath      her      ing      And    t'exalt 


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17. 


HALSEY.    CM. 


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tiresome       place:      How  long  shall  we,  thy  children, 


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COMMON   METRE. 


18, 


SILVER  SPRING.    CM. 


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id  pants  a  -  way  his  breath. 


mor  -  tal    lies,        And  pants  a  -  way  his  breatli. 


244 


COMMON  METRE. 


19.  CRUCIFIXION.     C.IH. 


A  -  las  !  and  did  my    Saviour  bleed!  And   did 


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20.  HERMIT.     C.T1. 


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How  short  and  has  -  ty   is    our     life  !     How 


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EVENING  KITHIX.    C.I«I. 


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ri  '  i  p  r  -p-rt 


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incense  rise— As  -  sist  the  off 'ring  of  my  tongue,  To 


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23.         CONSECRATION.    CUE. 


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What  shall  I     ren-der     to  my  God,  For  all  his 


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kindness         My  feet  shall  vis-it   thine  a -bode— My 
shown? 


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songs  address  thy  throne,  My  songs  address  thy  throne. 


m^mmtmrnm 


23. 


COMMON  METRE. 
TROY.     CM. 


247 


How  oft,  alas  !  this     cd  heart,  wan-  from     Lord ! 
wretch-      Has  der'd        the 


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How  oit  my  roving    depart,  Forgetful  of  his  word, 
thoughts 


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24. 


CIII3TA.    cm. 


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Why  do    we  mourn  de  -  part  -  ing  friends,  Or 


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voice  that 


shake  at   death's  a-larms  ?  'Tis  but     the    voice  that 

o — e__o_ 


248 


COMMON  METRE. 


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Je  -  sus    sends,  To     call  them     to     his    arms. 

Or-.-s 


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25. 


BKAY.    CM. 


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Awake, heart,       rise,  my       Prepare  tuneful 
my       a-  tongue,  a 


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voice ;      In  God,  the  life  of      all  my  joys,  A    -    loud 


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will  I  re 

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A -loud  will  I  re-joice. 


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COMMON  METRE. 


249 


26.  CORONATION.     C.ITI 


& 


All  hail,  the      Jmmanuel's      I,et  angels  pros- 
great  name ! 

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forth 


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di  -  a -dem,  And  crown  him     Lord    of    all. 


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250 


COMMON  METRE. 


27.  HOWARD.    CM. 


mmmmmn 


Lord,  hear  the  voice  of     my  com  -  plaint ;   Ac- 


:fi±- 


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giPi^pfel 


cept  my      se  •  cretpray'r;  To    thee   a  -  lone,  my 


King,  my  God,  Will       I    for       help     re  -  pair. 


28.         ortoivvii^e.   cm. 


Ma  -  jestic  sweetness  sits  thron'd    on  the  Sa- 

en-        Up-  viour's 


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COMMON  METRE. 


251 


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brow;  His  head       radiant  glories  crown'd 

witb-  ^     His 


lips   grace  o'er-flow,  His    lips  grace  o'er -flow, 
with  with 

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29.  CHELMSFORD.    CM. 

Oh  !  how  can  praise  my  tongue  employ,  When 


fe^Ns*^^ 


dark-ness  reigns  with-in?  How    can      my     soul  ex- 


PS^g 


252 


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30. 


KALKKTIA.     CM. 


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Oh !  for    a     clo-ser  walk  with  God !  A  calm  and 


SEES 


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the      road  That    leads  me        to     the    Lamb! 


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SHORT  METRE. 


253 


SHORT    METRES 


31. 


BERMUDA.    8.  M. 


ffl^H 


The  Lord  shep-     is,  I  shall  be     supplied; 

my    herd  well  tsince 


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God,  The  u    -    ni  -  ver  -  sal      King. 


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35.  AYLESBIRT.    8.  H. 


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must  trem-  un- 


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30.  WATCHMAN.    S.  M. 

r\      Tenderly.  --rv 


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thee    I      call : 


can  •  not  live,  if     thou 


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257 


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37.  GBEEN  STREET.    S.  HI. 

Come,  sound  his  praise  a  -  broad,  And  hymns  of 
^iZ^/ZZZZZIZZZZ— T— =71 


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38. 


SHORT  METRE. 
OLIVEY.    8.M. 


f^f 


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Thespi-rit,  in  our  Is  whis-  sinner,        The 

hearts,  p'ring      '  Come !' 


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bride,  church     proclaims,  To  all  his  children, '  Come !' 
the      of  Christ, 


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39.  GOLDEN  HILL.    S.  M. 


Blest   be     the  tie  that  binds  Our  hearts  in 


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Christian  love ;  The    fel  -  low  -  ship  of     kin-dred 


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SHORT  METRE. 


259 


minda,  Is      like       to 


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that        a   -  bove. 


40. 


I.ISBOIV.    8.  HI. 


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Wel-come,  day  of  rest,  That  saw  Lord  a -rise- 
sweet  the 


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Welcome  thisre-viving     And        re-joicing 
to  breast,    these 


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HALLELUJAH  METRE. 


HALLELUJAH   METRES. 


41. 


CARMARTHEN.  H.M. 


Ep^^S^Sl 


Ye  dying  sons  of  men,  Immerg'd  in  sin  and  wo, 
The  gospel's  voice  attend,  While  Jesus  sends  to  you, 


mmmmmmt 


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Ye  per-ish-ing  and  guil-ty,  come,  In  Jesus'  arms  yet 

there 


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is  room—  In    Je  -  sus'  arms  there  yet  is   room. 


§31 


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42. 


HALLELUJAH  METRE. 
LE1VOX.    ii.  m. 


261 


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A-rise,  my     a-rise,  Shake  thy  guilty    The  bleed- 
soul,  off  fears;  ing 


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sa-cri-fice  In  my  behalf  appears ; 


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Be-fore  the    my  Surety 
throne 


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throne  my  Surety  stands,    fore  the        my    Sure-ty 

Be  -  throne  stands. 


isSEEpS! 


stands,     fore  the        my  Sure-ty         My        name 
Be-  throne  stands, 


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My      name  is  writ-ten        on      his      hands. 


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262 


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43.  BETIIESDA.     II.  ITI 

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Lord     of    the  worlds  a  •  bove,  How  pleas-ant 


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and  how  fair,  The  dwellings  of  thy  love,  Thy  earth  -  ly 


35 


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spires,  With  warm  de  -  sires,    To       see  my    God. 


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44, 


HALLELUJAH  METRE.  263 

BBOWIVVILLE.    H.  in. 


F ! * S -1 1 T-.iTl 

How  beautiful  the  sight  Of  brethren    a  -  gree  ;  In 
_*-  who 


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the  pre-    oint-      shed,  In  sa-    rite,    Aa-ron!shead 
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264 


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SEVENS. 
4&«5.  NUBEMBUBGH.    7a.       6  lines. 


iii^ 


5s 


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Once     I  thought  my  mountain  strong,  Firmly 
Then  my     Sa-viour    waa   my  song,  Then  my 


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fix'd,  No  more     to    move ;  )  Th  h 

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gol  -  den    days,  Sweet-ly  spent  in  pray'r  and  praise. 


fefegfeEjE3j£E£affr 


46, 


SEVENS.  2G5 

IVEWTOIV.     7s. 


^Sf:^^ 


Now  begin  the  heav'n- theme,      a- loud  in   Jo-sus' 
ly  Sing 


M^MM^S^-. 


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name  ;  Ye  who  Je-sus;  kind-    prove,  Triumph    re- 
ness  in 


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deeming  love,  Triumph  in    re  -  deem-ing     love. 


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47.       FROMTHECROSS,&c.    7s. 


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From  the  cross  up  -  lift  -  ed  high,    Where  the 
What  me  -  lo-dious  sounds  we  hear,  Burst-ing 

P— T 


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22 


266 


SEVENS. 


gjgjg^a 


48, 


MABTYN.    7s. 


Double. 


I 


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!3^*ZS^nz 


Eagj 


Ma-ry  to  the    Sa-viour's  tomb,  Hasted  at  the 
>pice  she  bro't  and  sweet  perfume,  But  the  Lord  she 


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d.  c.  Trembling,  while  a  crys-tal  flood  Is-sued  from  her 


a~i     i         i   i  '  r 


sis; 


ear  -  ly        dawn ; 
lov'dhad       gone: 


For  a  while  she  lin-g'ring 


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weep-ing        eyea. 


SEVENS. 


267 


p^z^L.  -&-MZ£2Zjk 


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stood,    Fill'd  with  sorrow  and  sur  -  prise. 


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40. 


8TO\E.    7s. 


6  Lines. 


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Hearts  of  stone,  re  -  lent,  re  -  lent,  Break,  by     Je- 


:£: 


:g~cz 


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&iP: 


:©3: 


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sus'  cross  sub  -  dued ;  See  his     bo  -  dy,  man-gled— 


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rent,  Cover'd  with  a     gore  of  blood.  Sin-ful  soul, 
I.PPt 


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268 


SEVENS. 


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■to     i  ■■      i    i 

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what  hast  thou  done  !  Mur-    God's      ter-nal  Son ! 
der'd        e  - 

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50. 


©WASCO.    7s. 


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Hark,  my       soul,  it      is  the  Lord!      'Tis    thy 


^FTlr^-Jflrli 


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-*-J— W- 


SE 


Sa-viour,      hisword!        Je  -  sus  speaks,  speaks 
hear  he         to 


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j^^toE^pji 


thee,  "Say,  poor         sinner,        thou  me  "J" 

lovest 


S^ 


SEVENS.  209 

GERMAN  HYjJIIV.    7m. 


&l^Ei: 


gjte^jS: 


An-gels,  roll  the  rock      a  -   way  !  Death  give 


w.T* 


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up  thy  migh  -  ty     prey  !  See  !  the  Saviour  quits  the 


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! — sc 


£*£ 


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tomb,  Shi-ning     in      im  -  mor  -  tal     bloom 


22* 


270 


EIGHTS. 


EIGHTS 


52. 


JEPTHAH,    S*. 


EeSSJSS 


compass'd    clouds    dis  •  tress,  Just    rea- 
with  of 


3=^ 


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dy    all  hopes  iu    re  -  sign,   I       pant  for  the    light 


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of  thy  face,  And  fear  it  will     never  be    mine. 

a'  /n         #    »•  5?! 


53. 


EIGHTS.  271 

AUBURN.    8s. 


usts  ia 


The  moment  a      sinner  be-lieves,     trusts  m 
And 

EI§E= 


v- 


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his    cru  -  ci-fied  God,  His  pardon  at    once  he  re- 

m    m    m  _ 


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rz^tzs: 


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ceives— Re  -  demption,  in      full,  thro'  his    blood. 


£? 


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sis 


272 


EIGHTS  AND  SEVENS. 


EIGHTS   AND    SEVENS, 


54. 


BARTIUIEUS.    8s.&7s, 


3E3^± 


-fT-r-r 


Sis 


"Mercy,  thou     of  David !"  blind     ti-me-us 

O        Son  Thus    Bar-         pray'd ; 


gji^gg^^fg^ 


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v. 


SEEt 


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"Others    thy       are  sa-ved,    tome  af- ford  thine 
by     word  Now  aid.' 


3ES 


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55. 


GUIDANCE.    8s.  &  7s. 


SET1 


iSE 


Guide  me,  O  thou  great  Je  -  ho-vah,  Pilgrim  thro' 
I      am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty,  Hold  me  with 


®mTT3V--££&£££ 


EIGHTS  AND  SEVENS. 


273 


KSgt^fe 


5J= 

this        bar-  renland, )  _,        .    ,  . 

thy      pow'r-ful  hand :  \  Bread  of  hea  ■  ven>  Bread  of 


i^^B^M^j^ 


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hea  -  ven,   Feed  me  till   I         want     no  more. 

IEfE5 


56,  WII^IOT.    8s.  &7s 

__  r\  Maestoso.    ,  ■  s  


Lo  !      the   Lord  Je    -   ho  -  vah    liv  -  eth  !  He'a 


S2 C2_.     c?       e;  ~o 


P5E 


g^PF^g 


my  rock,  I       bless   his  name ;  He,  my  God,  sal  -  va- 


@tPlo^ 


I ©_ 


PS 


274 


EIGHTS  AND  SEVENS. 


tion  giv  -  eth ;   All  ye  lands,  ex  -  alt   his  fame. 


I» 


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-P-P  &     1 


-! — I- 


1 1— ST 


57, 


FOUNT.    Ss.&ys. 


jjj£> N <*-- 

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IS 

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1          1       0          1 

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^  Come,  thou  fount  of    ev'  -  ry  bless-ing,  Tune  my 
(  Streams  of  mer  -  cy    ne  -  ver  ceas-ing,  Call   for 

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He,  to     save  my  soul  from  dan-ger,  In  -  ter  • 


"ZZZZnsi 


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heart  to    sing  thy  grace :  >     Je  -  sus  sought  me 
songs  of    loud-est  praise.  )  when 


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pos'd  his  pre-cious  blood. 


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Wan-  fold  d.  c. 


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0—0—0 0-0-0-0 


EIGHTS  AND  SEVENS. 


275 


58.     LOVE  DIVINE.    Ss.&7s.     Double. 

:Ni— 


le^^M 


Love  di    -    vine,       all   love    ex   -    cel-lin?, 
M'4t   thy  hum-ble     dwelling 


^g^^lS^g 


us      with     thy  sal  -  va  -  tion, 


276         EIGHTS,  SEVENS  AND  FOURS. 


EIGHTS,  SEVENS  AND  FOURS 


ISO.     GREENVILLE.    8s.,  7s.  &  4s. 


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Saviour,     visit      thy  plan  -  ta-tion— Grant  us, 


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Lord,  a      gra  -  cious    rain  !     All    will  come  to  dea- 


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help  must  come  from  thee. 


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EIGHTS,  SEVENS  AND  FOURS.        277 
0.  ZIOIV.    8*.,  7a.  &48. 


& 


E^E 


5*.srr?.s-c;ss:si 


on  1^  "  C1*ed  herald  Stands>  ?  ft*  ""^ 

^on^    Jong  on    hostile  lands  •  \  Mourning  captive, 


Godhi>*-"X  wfflw  thy  bands,Mourning 


278        SHORT  PARTICULAR  METRE. 


SHORT    PARTICULAR   METRE 


61.  I>AI,§T©N.    B.P-JH- 


3?r 


i£= 


The  Lord  Je  -  ho  -  vah  reigns,  And  roy  -  al 

lS|3EE^E:^^Spg 

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|^^fP£§S§^S 


state  main-lains,  His  head  with  aw  -  ful  glo-ries 


^^^m^m 


rown'd ;      ray'd  u^obes  of  light,     Be  -  girt with^ 


P^ 


£=£=# 


ggFii^ 


SHORT  PARTICULAR  METRE.    279 


K 


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^gP^ET 


:rzzc? 


^=&t2S± 


Xi 


reign  might,  And  rays  of    ma-jes-ty     a  -  round. 


i^ga 


02,  FRIENDSHIP.    S.  P.  M. 


Like  fruitful     of  rain,  That  wa-ter  all  the  plain, 

show'rs  De- 


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ISfeli; 


scending     the  neigh-       hills; 
from  b'ring 


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^£ 


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Such        ofpleasure 

streams 


■f-p-f-f 


ziPzf:. 


?m^m 


streams  plea-    roll,  Such        of  plea-       roll,        ev'ry 
of    sure  streams        sure      Thro'   friend- 


§L-f--f4ffi5|5^fjiffp£ 


roll,    Such     of  sure  roll,  Thro' ev'ry  soul, 

streams  plea-  friendly 


280 


SEVENS  AND  SIXES. 


mm 


ly    soul,         love,  like     ly       dew,  dis  -  tils. 
Where      heav'n- 


i^ai^ 


MZKJT 


SP 


Where  like  love  heav'n-        dew  dis  -  tils. 

love    heav'nly,  like        ly 


SEVENS    AND    SIXES. 


03#         MISSIONARY.    7s.  &  em. 


WFzr- 


m^m 


From  Green-    i  -  cy  moun-   From  India's     ral 
land's  tains,  co- 


m 


2E 


f-m  -p-f- 


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ti::#: 


•nz? 


•IT* 


=trand,        Afric's        foun-     roll  down  golden  sand; 
Where         sunny      tains  their 


gEgp^ggggE 


SEVENS  AND  SIXES. 


281 


From  y  an  ^  river^,*.  .  ^^  "  They 

ligigiliiiiilli 


^t^^^z^gfi 


call  us  to    de  -  li-ver  their  land  from  error's  chain 

•        -f- 


|QV;_#_ 


t£±=£-P- 


-p-iH= 


i 


64,   Jiir^EnnviAi,  DAwrr,   ya.  &  6s. 

The  morn- light    break-  The  dark- disappears 
nig       is         ine,  ness 


The  sons  earth      waking,  To    pend-ten-tial  tears; 
ot      are  ' 


23* 


282 


SEVENS    AND  SIXES. 


Each  breeze  sweeps  ocean,  Brings  dings      a   -   far, 
that    the  ti-      irom 

, .    G>  0  _  0 

a. 


— ^zt^-t-4 f— f=E=^H-g-f:i=:^F 


v7  *  '  j   y 1 — !_| i— r-1  ^".^ 1— J_j U 

Of  nations  commotion,  Prepar'd     Zion's  war. 
in  for 


mw^m^m^ 


6«i. 


GENEVA.     7s.  &  6s.        Peculiar. 


$  Time  is  winging  us  a  -  way,  To  our  eternal  home  ; 
i   Life  is    but  a  winter's  day,  A  journey  to  our  tomb. 


Youth         vigor     will  flee,       ing  beauty        its 

and  soon  Bloom-  lose  charms; 

— I-**] — I— i— r—l— *-! — F-V— E — L-1 — *-M — 


SIXES  AND  FOURS. 


283 


All       mortalsoon         be  En-clos'd  death's    arms. 
lhats  will  iu        Cold 


Sj_  fib      ^ 


SIXES   AND   FOURS 


66. 


OLIVET.     6s.  &  4s. 


=±si£ 


*- 


f±* 


-P- 


«sE: 


My     looks  up  to  thee,  Ttwu      of    Cal-va-  ry. 
faith  Lamb  '* 


atO*GJc: 


fctt 


j^-f- 


-^ — * 


Sa. 


1113111111 


di- vine  .'Now    me  while  I  pray,  Take   my 
viour  hpar  „n 


hear 


^  p  f 


5S 


m 


284 


SIXES  AND  FOURS. 


;eSfp 


^fegPiPfi' 


guilt  away,    O  let  me      this  day       wholly  thine, 
from  Be 


g&ggj^^^gft 


67. 


AMERICA.    6s.  A  4s. 


My      try,  'lis  of  thee,      land       li-ber-ty !   Of 
coun-  Sweet    of  thee 


*&mm%^^& 


g  t-g-.-1-r-r— r-r-r-^j 1  » — j — 1~ i  i 

I     sing  j  Land    my  fathers  died  ;      of  the  pilgrims' 
where  Land 

r~T~r~' — t~r"^l~"r~r^ '-f— r-|-»r-»- 


«r si ^ *sj — 

pride  ;        ev'  -  ry  moun-  side,     Let  freedom  ring. 
From  tain  _ 


iT9    f 


~£*L 


SIXES  AND  FOURS.  285 

68,  TO-DAY.    6s.  &  4s.  Pecvliab. 


ay  th( 


To  •  day  the  Saviour  calls  !  Ye  wand'rerscome 


:£=* 


m 


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ye  be-nighted    souls,  Why  longer     roam? 


t 


b    a    is 


~r— EH— f- 


!• 


69.    CHILD  OF  SIN  AND  SORROW. 


^  Child  of   sin  and      sor  -  row,  Fill'd  with  dis- 
(  Wait  not  for     to  -  mor  -  row,  Yield  thee  to- 


d.  c.   Child  of    sin    and    sor  -  row,  Hear  and    o- 


P±t= 


-rf-f- 


^^ 


& 


may, )  Heav'n    thee  come.  yetthere'sroom 

day ;  $  bids  While  #  d.  c. 


tf^-^F^ 


bey. 


.286 


ELEVENS. 


ELEVENS. 


70. 


GOSnEN.    lis. 


#2 


De  -    lay  not,de  -  lay   not,  O       sinner,  draw 


gfl^f 


fe^fe&p3 


near,  The  wa-ters  of   life  are  now  flow-ing  for  thee ; 


m^mmm^m 


±££ 


No    price   is  de-mand-ed,  the   Sa-viour 


s 


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s  here,  Re 

ft. 


|^~ioEjz:pr*zgp,       TJzjzgrj* 


ELEVENS. 


287 


feilS^l' 


demp-tion  is     por-chas'd.        va  -  tion  id    free. 


m=s=t± 


m 


szzazi: 


-t 


010Z 


9 


71 


INVITATION,    lis. 


j^gg^^pp 


O    turn  ye.  O    turn  ye,  For  why  will  ye    die 


1 ^i — ^., Vj — ^i  *J       k. * 


(,  Since  God  in  great  mer-cy   is      ccm-ing  so    nighl 
^   Now    Jesus  in-viiesyou,the     Spi-ril  savs  ccme, 

And      an-gels  are  waiting  to  welcome  you  home. 


288 
72. 


HMMu- 


ELEVENS. 
liYONS.    lis 


^SErSSE 


eel 


O  praise  ye  the  Lord,  Pre-pare    a  new  song, 


And      let  all  his    saints  in       full     cho-rus  join' 


aefeSE 


ffl^SI 


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Pi 


With    voices    u    -    ni-ted,the    an-them  pro  -  long, 


=Fp^ 


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zsip^: 


^p 


And  show     his  praises  in      mu  -  sic  di  -  vine, 
iorth 

' — ■ ■ T    '   wl      I      I       t-r=H 


V-l— L 


ELEVENS.  289 

73.  NEW  BATH.     lis.  rccuLiAB. 


Why  sleep  we,  my  brethren1?      let  us  a- rise; 
Come, 


^tsissisll 


il 


"i — i — Jr~ 


Oj  why         wc   slumber  ia  sight  of  the  prize  1 
should 


m= 


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3=? 


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» 


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Sal  -  va-tion  is    near-er,  our  days  are  far    spent, 


sm^m^mm^m 


^&&E&^mt 


O       let  us  be     active— a-wake  !      re  -  pent, 
and 


I5H: 


pr=£ 


: .  Cr  3  XL 


sepa 


21 


290 


FIVES  AND  ELEVENS. 


FIVES    AND    ELEVENS. 


74.    COME  LET  US  ANEW.    5s.  &  lis. 


\ 


wa 


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--iM*- 


H^i!5l 


Come,  let   us    a   -    new    Our  journey  pur -sue, 

m  '^~ 

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C7 T~S!  ST"T-T~j— t-er—  i~  ^ — ; H^-j- 


Roll  round  with  the  year,    Roll  round  with  the  year, 


:?zzf— # 


jUJjjj  Adtf^ 


And  ne-ver  stand  still  till  the  Mas  -  ter   ap  -  pear, 


£=fr=3 


ELEVENS  AND   EIGHTS. 


291 


^i^igfl 


And    never  stand   still  till  the  Mas-ter  ap  -  pear. 

:»e:#: 


emmi> 


ELEVENS    AND    EIGHTS. 


75. 

I 


DELIGHT,     lis.  Sc  8s. 


glggEg 


j — sr 


O       thou     in  whose    presence  my  soul  takes 


■^-4— — .-  H-F- — ^-=4—?- 


tefpsiP^f 


de  -  light,  On  whom  in  af  -    flic-  tion     I        call — 


-.— 4-m-*4-h — i===^==4- 


292 


SIXE3. 


:-^: 


My    com-fort  by  day,  and  my  song    in  the  night, 


*> — #— T~' 


My         hope,       my   sal  -  va  -  tion,  my       all. 


fciez 


^p^na 


SIXES. 


7  @.  JUDGEMENT.    Gs. 

a sio< 


Peculiar. 


O  there  will  be  mourning  Be  -  fore  the  judgement 

—ft: 


=Szi=sb 


-gr-, — r 


HE: 


SIXES. 


293 


ff 


° 


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-«w — \- 


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seat!      When  this  world  is    burn  -  ing  Beneath  Jcho- 


^5— r--^— -J===^C4-| I^^7^=il 


§ 


s^gg 


vah's    feet !  Friends    kindred  there  part,  part 

and  will     Will 


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t         f         1 

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bel's  heart.        saints  on  high  a   -    dore.  there 

While  O, 


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24* 


294 


TWELVES  AND  EIGHTS. 


will  be  mourning  Be-  fore  the  judge- 


%^t§|iS=£|:^ 


TWELVES   AND   EIGHTS. 


77. 


HARVEST.    12S.  &  8fc 


gone,  And  ser-  -*-    and  n~J™  I^TTTT"" 
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APPENDIX. 


A  SUMMARY  VIEW  OF   THE   MOST  PROMINENT  EVI- 
DENCES OF  THE  TRUTH  OF  THE   BIBLE. 


A  variety  of  Themes  suitable  for  Subjects  of  Discus- 
si  m  and  Conversation  at  Religious  Conferences  and 
Meetings  for  Prayer. 

1.  The  opposition  of  the  Bible  to  every  kind 
of  sin  shows  that  it  could  not  have  been  written 
by  dishonest  men,  and  honest  men  would  never 
attribute  it  to  the  Spirit  of  God  if  it  were  not 
written  by  him.  Heb.  i.  1  ;  2  Tim.  iii.  16  ;  Isa. 
iii.  10,  11  ;  Math.  xxv.  46. 

2.  The  oldest  writers  of  the  Bible  have  given 
views  of  the  character  of  God,  perfectly  consis- 
tent with  themselves,  infidels  being  Judges, 
while  the  views  of  every  heathen  writer  of  every 
age,  are  only  a  mass  of  obscurity  and  folly.  Job 
xxiii.  3,  8,9,  10,  13  ;  Job.  ix.  2—15,  and  xxvi. 
6—14. 

3.  Many  of  the  writers  of  the  Bible  who  were 
in  circumstances  to  know  whether  the  Saviour 
rose  from  the  dead,  and  whether  miracles  were 
wrought  by  him  or  not,  have  given  us  the  great- 
est possible  evidence  of  their  honesty,  by  sealing 
their  testimony  with  their  blood. "  1  Cor.  xv. 
4 — 8  ;  Acts  xvii.  31  ;  Luke  i.  2 — 4;  John  xxi. 
14. 

25 


302  APPENDIX. 

4.  The  prophecies  of  the  Bible,  when  viewed 
in  connection  with  their  fulfilment,  must  re- 
main a  conclusive  evidence  of  its  inspiration. 
Isa.  xiii.  19—22  ;  Isa.  liii.  2—11  ;  Psal.  xxii.  18  ; 
Ezek.  xxvi.  2 — 5  ;  Mic.  v.  2,  compare  Mat.  ii.  1. 

5.  The  institutions  of  religion,  such  as  the 
Sabbath,  and  the  Lord's  Supper,  as  they  have 
been  perpetuated  to  commemorate  the  resurrec- 
tion of  the  Lord,  Jesus  Christ,  must  remain  an 
imperishable  evidence  that  he  is  risen,  and  of 
course,  that  the  Bible  is  true.  1  Cor.  xi.  26  ; 
Luke  xxii.  19. 

6.  Another  argument  may  be  derived  from  the 
miracles  wrought  by  the  Saviour  and  his  disci- 
ples.    John  v.  36,  and  x.  25. 

7.  Another  evidence  may  be  obtained  from  the 
rapid  spread  of  the  Gospel  in  the  first  century,  by 
a  few  feeble  disciples,  in  opposition  to  the  preju- 
dice and  power  and  false  religion  of  the  world. 
Acts  xix.  18 — 20,  and  xviii.  28. 

8.  Another  argument  may  be  seen  in  the  im- 
portant influence  of  the  Bible  on  the  conduct  of 
men.  1  Tim.  ii.  1—3,  and  iii.  7,  10  ;  Matth.  v. 
13—16  ;  Phil.  i.  27,  28. 

9.  The  Bible  shows  us  a  remedy  for  all  our 
wants,  and  gives  us  a  rule  for  all  our  conduct, 
and  the  consequences  of  obedience  or  disobedi- 
ence ;  it  presents  us  a  righteousness  that  will 
atone  for  disobedience,  and  gives  us  the  only 
means  for  a  permanent  change  of  character.  2 
Tim.  iii.  15—17;  Micah  vi.  8;  Psa.  cxix.  9; 
John  iii.  5;  Ezek.  xviii.  31. 

10.  The  Bible  teaches  us  the  only  way  in 
which  we  can  see  kindness  and  benevolence  in 


APPENDIX.  303 

the  trials  and  afflictions  of  life,  and  affords  us  the 
only  rational  support  under  the  trials  of  life,  and 
at  the  hour  of  death.  Heb.  xii.  6,  9,  11  ;  Rom. 
v.  3—5. 


SOME  MARKS  OR  EVIDENCES    OF  A  NEW  HEART. 


1.  No  circumstances  attending  the  time  of  our 
conversion,  such  as  great  terrors,  clear  views  of 
danger,  .supernatural  appearances,  or  extatic  joys 
at  beholding  the  Saviour,  are  certain  marks  of  its 
genuineness.1     a2  Cor.  xi.  14;  Luke  viii.  13. 

2.  No  uncommon  zeal  or  punctuality  in  the 
performance  of  external  duties  will  furnish  a  cer- 
tain evidence  of  a  new  heart.b  bActs  xxii.  3  ; 
Matth.  xxiii.  23,  27. 

3.  No  unusual  confidence"  or  wantH  of  it  are 
certain  marks  of  a  new  heart.  'John  viii.  33  ; 
Matth.  xxvi.  33  ;  l,Luke  xii.  29. 

4.  One  convincing  evidence  of  genuine  con- 
version is  a  consious  change  in  our  feelings  to- 
wards all  moral  beings  and  moral  objects,  such 
as  the  law  and  character  of  God,  the  character  of 
Christ  and  the  gospel.6  c2  Cor.  v.  17  ;  Rom.  vii. 
12,  22. 

5.  Another  evidence  of  this  change  is  the  pos- 
session of  a  new  disposition/  fRom.  viii.  5 ; 
Gal.  vi.  15. 

6.  Another  mark  of  regeneration  is  to  have 
meekness  and  humility  in  all  our  conduct.5 
'Matth.  v.  5  ;  Isa.  lvii.  15. 


304  APPENDIX. 

7.  Another  evidence  is  a  spirit  of  forgiveness. k 
hMatth.  xviii,  35  ;  Mark  xi.  26. 

8.  Another  evidence  is  an  inextinguishable  de- 
sire to  be  more  holy  and  more  like  God.'  'Psa. 
xvii.  15;  Psa.  li.  7,  10. 

9.  Another  evidence  is  a  permanent  pleasure 
in  the  duties  of  religion.3  jJob  xvii.  9  ;  Prov. 
iv.  18. 

10.  Another  evidence  is  a  love  to  the  children 
of  Godk  and  a  deep  interest  in  the  spread  of  the 
gospel.1  kl  John  iii.  14;  'Matth.  ix.  36—38; 
Matth.  vi.  10. 


CREED  OF  THE  PRESBYTERIAN  CHURCH. 


The  following  is  a  very  brief  but  comprehensive  set  of 

Articles,  embracing,  substantially,  the  Creed  of  the 

Presbyterian  Church. 

Art.  1.  We  believe  that  there  is  but  one  living 
and  true  God,a  infinitely  perfect,  the  Creator,  Pre- 
server, and  Governor  of  all  things  ;b  subsisting  in- 
comprehensibly, in  three  persons ;  Father,  Son, 
and  Holy  Ghost,  the  same  in  substance,  and 
equal  in  all  divine  attributes/'  aDeut.  vi.  4 ;  1 
Cor.  viii.  4,  6;  Col.  i.  16;  Dan.  iv.  34,  35;  el 
John  v.  7  ;  Matth.  xxviii.  19  ;  Heb.  i.  2,  3,  6, 
8  ;  Acts  v.  3,  4. 

2.  That  the  Scriptures  of  the  Old  and  New 
Testaments  are  the  inspired  word'1  of  God,  and 
the  only  perfect  rule  of  faith  and  practice." 
'Heb.  i.  1,  2  ;  2  Tim.  iii.  16  ;  eIsa.  viii.  20  ;  Psa. 
cxix.  128. 


APPENDIX.  305 

3.  That  God  directeth  all  events  after  the 
counsel  of  his  own  will/  yet,  in  consistency  with 
the  free  agency  of  men,  and  the  use  of  means.* 
fEph.  i.  11  ;  Isa.  iv.  6—10;  sActs  ii.  23  ;  Luke 
xxii.  22. 

4.  That  our  first  parents  were  created  perfectly 
holy/  from  which  state  they  fell  by  disobedience, 
and  in  consequence,  all  their  posterity  are,  by  na- 
ture, entirely  sinful.'  hEccl.  vii.  29  ;  Gen.  i.  27. 
'Rom.  v.  12,  15,  17  :  Gen.  vi.  5  ;  Rom.  iii.  9. 

5.  That  the  Son  of  God  became  incarnated  by 
his  obedience  honored  the  law/  and  by  his  death 
made  atonement  for  sin,1  and  all  who  believe  in 
him  obtain  forgiveness  and  a  promise  of  eternal 
life."  jJohn  i.  14;  Gal.  iv.  4;  kMatth.  v.  17; 
Heb.  x.  7  ;  Isa.  xlii.  21  ;  '2  Cor.  v.  15  ;  1  Cor. 
xv.  3  ;  Heb.  ix.  26,  and  vii.  27  ;  mJohn  iii.  17  ; 
Mark  xvi.  16. 

6.  That  the  offer  of  life  is  freely  made  to  all/ 
but  as  all  refuse/  God  by  his  Spirit  and  his  word 
persuades  those  who  were  from  the  beginning 
chosen  in  Christ,  freely  to  accepts  nIsa.  Iv.  1  ; 
Rev.  xxii.  17  ;  "Luke  xiv,  18  ;  John  v.  40;  pJohn 
xvi.  8,  13  ;  James  i.  18. 

7.  That  true  believers,  though  not  at  once  re- 
deemed from  all  sin,  will  be  kept  by  the  power 
of  God,  through  faith  unto  salvation.*  ql  Cor. 
x.  13;  1  Peter  i.  5. 

8.  That  the  Christian  Sabbath  is  of  perpetual 
obligation,  rand  that  the  Lord's  Supper5  and  Bap- 
tism' are  divine  ordinances ;  the  former  to  be  ad- 
ministered to  professing  christians/  and  the  latter 
to  their  children/  and  to  them  if  not  baptized 
before.     rEx.  xx.  8;  Isa.  lviii.  13;  "1  Cor.  xi. 

25* 


APPENDIX. 

23,  26  ;  Matth.  xxvi.  26  ;  'Matth  .^xxviii.  19. ;  ul 
Cor.  xi.  20 ;  YActs  ii.  38,  39  ;  Acts  xix.  5 ;  1 
Cor.  i.  16. 

9.  That  social  worship,  morning  and  evening, 
is  the  duty  of  every  family  ;w  that  heads  of  fam- 
ilies should  religiously  instruct  their  households,* 
and  that  all  christians  should  cheerfully  assist  as 
they  are  able,  in  sustaining  the  gospel  at  home, 
and  in  giving  it  to  the  world/  "Acts  x.  2, 4 ;  Eph. 
ri.  18;*Deut.  vi.  6,  7;  Eph.  vi.  4;  y  Matth. 
xxviii.  19  ;  Matth.  xix.  19  ;  1  Tim.  v.  18  ;  Rom. 
x.  15. 

10.  That  God  will  raise  the  dead,*  judge  the 
world,f  and  sentence  the  wicked  to  everlasting 
punishment,  and  receive  the  righteous  to  life  eter- 
nal.}: *1  Cor.  xv.  12;  Acts  xvii.  18  ;  fS^Cor.  v. 
10 .  Rev.  xx.  12  ;  {Matth.  xxv.  46  ;  John  v.  29  ; 
Dan.  xii.  2. 


DIRECTIONS  FOR  AN  ACTIVE  CHRISTIAN  LIFE. 


1.  Endeavor  at  all  times,  to  have  the  mind  im- 
pressed with  the  fact  that  life  is  short  and  uncer- 
tain, and  yet  that  very  much  depends  on  its  being 
faithfully  improved.     Psa.  xc.  1 2  ;  Gal.  vi.  7—10. 

2.  Cherish  the  important  fact  that  the  eye  of 
your  Judge  is  always  upon  you.  Ps.  cxxxix.  1 
—12;  Judges  xvii.  9—11  ;  Rev.  ii.  23. 

3.  Never  forget  that  there  are  many  things  that 
join  with  the  remains  of  sin  in  your  heart,  to  turn 


APPENDIX.  307 

you  aside  from  the  path  of  duty.     Matth.  x.  17, 
37,  and  xvi.  6  ;  Luke  viii.  14  ;  2d  Cor.  iv.  34. 

4.  Seek  the  blessing  of  God  upon  your  busi- 
ness every  day  before  you  enter  upon  it,  and  nev- 
er seek  the  slumbers  of  the  night  till  you  have 
sought  the  pardon  of  your  sins  for  the  past.  Psa. 
Ixxxviii.  13  ;  Psa.  v.  3;  Psa.  Iv.  17. 

5.  Never  defer  till  to-morrow  what  should  be 
done  to-day.     Eph.  v.  16  ;  Eccles.  iii.  1. 

6.  Always  be  governed  by  convictions  of  duty 
and  not  by  present  feelings,  in  regard  to  attend- 
ing meetings,  religious  efforts,  &c.  Psa.  xvi.  8  ; 
Rom.  xiv.  8. 

7.  Head  enough  in  your  Bible  every  day  to 
have  religious  truth  always  before  your  mind. 
Psa.  i.  2  ;  Psa.  cxix.  15,  48. 

8.  Be  always  ready  to  confess,  or  acknow- 
ledge if  you  have  done  any  wrong,  or  have  been 
mistaken.     James  v.  16;  Gal.  i.  13,  14. 

9.  Be  sure,  if  you  revenge  or  retaliate  injuries, 
whatever  they  may  be,  you  inflict  a  deep  injury 
upon  yourself.     Prov.  xvi.  32  ;  Matth.  v.  44. 

10.  Never  indulge  in  useless  trifling  and  levity, 
but  cultivate,  habitually,  a  kind  and  cheerful 
spirit.     Matth.  xii.  36  ;  Titus  ii.  6,  12. 

11.  Receive  admonition  with  kindness,  and 
never  attempt  to  reprove  or  reclaim  others  but 
with  the  spirit  of  love.     Psa.  cxli.  5  ;  Gal.  vi.  1. 

12.  Never  indulge  in  unfriendly  remarks  con- 
cerning others  in  their  absence.  Psa.  xv.  3  ;  2 
Cor.  xii.  20. 

13.  Be  ready  to  enlist  in  every  benevolent  en- 
terprise of  the  day.  2  Cor.  ix.  8  ;  Titus  iii.  1  ; 
Col.  i.  10. 


308  APPENDIX. 

14.  Never  engage  or  continue  in  any  business 
if  you  have  any  doubts  whether  it  be  right.  2 
Cor.  viii.  21  ;  Phil.  iv.  8. 

15.  Read  no  books  but  such  as  will  feed  the 
mind  with  useful  knowledge,  or  promote  piety  in 
the  heart  and  life.     Acts  xix.  19  ;  Eph.  v.  15,  16. 

16.  Be  always  ready  to  introduce  religious  top- 
ics when  it  is  suitable,  and  to  join  with  readi- 
ness, when  they  are  introduced  by  others.  Ephe. 
iv.  29;  Malachi  iii.  16  ;  Phil.  i.  27. 

17.  Never  let  sin  remain  unrepented  of,  upon 
your  conscience,  nor  let  it  prevent  you  from  do- 
ing your  duty.     Ephe.  iv.  26  ;  John  iii.  20. 

1 8.  Spend  your  Sabbaths  by  commencing  early 
with  the  Lord,  and  with  yourself;  reading  your 
Bible  much,  hearing  the  gospel  when  you  can, 
and  praying  much  for  a  blessing  on  what  you 
read  and  hear.     Isa.  lviii.  13,  14  ;  Ephe.  vi.  18. 


MOTIVES  TO  AN  ACTIVE    CHRISTIAN  LIFE. 


1.  Your  time  for  serving  God  or  your  fellow 
men  will  soon  end.  Psa.  xc.  12  ;  1  Peter  iv.  7  ; 
Matth.  xxiv.  44. 

2.  The  peace  and  joy  of  mind  which  active 
piety  will  yield,  nothing  but  your  experience  can 
tell.  Psa.  cxix.  165  ;  1  Cor.  xv,  58  ;  Psa.  xxv. 
14. 

3.  The  best  way  to  promote  piety  in  your  own 
heart,  is  by  doing  good  to  others.  Eccles.  xi.  1  ; 
Acts  xx.  35. 


APPENDIX.  309 

4.  The  best  way  to  overcome  coldnrss  and 
temptation  is  to  improve  what  faith  ami  light  we 
have,  and  pray  for  more.  Hosea  vi.  3 ;  Johu 
vii.  17;  Matth.  vii.  24. 

5.  Inactivity  and  lifeless  forms  will  strengthen 
prejudice  and  unbelief  in  others  ;  embarrass  such 
as  would  win  them  to  Christ,  and  make  the  gos- 
pel of  Jesus  only  a  savor  of  death  unto  death  to 
their  souls.     Matth.  xxiii.  13.     Rom.  xiv.  13. 

6.  The  more  you  are  filled  with  the  Spirit  of 
God,  the  greater  will  be  your  power  with  men. 
Gal.  vi.  1  ;  1  Peter  iv.  1. 

7.  Your  obligations  to  your  Redeemer  and 
your  fellow  men  justly  claim  every  power  you 
possess,  and  every  moment  of  your  time.  2  Cor. 
v.  14,  15.  Rom.  1.  14,  15. 

8.  If  you  are  faithful,  the  rest  of  the  redeemed, 
the  entire  victory  over  every  sin,  and  the  high 
enjoyments  of  the  upper  world,  are  drawing  near 
every  hour.  Rom.  xiii.  11,  12;  Heb.  iv.  9  ;  2 
Tim.  iv.  8.      ' 


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